Back to France - Rennes

(originally from 30 September 2008)


I definitely have a love/hate relationship with France. When I’m home I always wish I that I’m here. When I’m here I’m often frustrated with so many things: not sounding as intelligent as I do in English, the bureaucracy, the lack of heating/cooling, how hard it is to make friends with locals. Plus I always seem to get sick. I already have a cold. In fact, I’m drinking a grog as I type. (If you don’t know what that is you’re missing out on the best part of having a cold.)
I’m keeping busy with paper work, meeting this and that teacher/principal, making photocopies, taking endless passport-sized pictures, babysitting. I love those kids - so cute and generally well-behaved. Overall I think I’m better off here than sitting on Greasy Creek worrying about my mental health, the future, and how much I hate my hair or tattoo. When you’re in a new place trying to get adjusted and figure everything out, you don’t have time to think about yourself. (Save when you’re blogging.)