I gave notice on my flat in Lyon today. I have twelve weeks to find somewhere to live in Paris, pack and move.
Now I get to spend three months wondering what the hell I've got myself into again. The thing is, I'm absolutely certain that this is a good move, so why do I feel like I'm just running away again.
If ever there was a life built on shifting sands this surely must be it?
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Nerves sweetie - plain old nerves. Once you get to gay Paree...your gonna shine!!
Let's hope. I'm actually more excited than nervous, honestly.
House on shifting sand? Sounds like MANY a sermon topic in church, I'm afraid. I send you giant warm greetings for happy house hunting and transition settling! I don't envy you...but I hope to envy both of us by visiting Paris someday.
Thanks Lewis - it does sound a bit biblical, doesn't it....not my intention, honestly! Anyway, you should get yourself to Paris, it's a great city and there'll soon be a friendly face in town...!
"There is one thing worse than a life built on shifting sands, and that is a life that has never shifted anywhere all that interesting".
Plenty of time to put down roots, dear boy, when you've done all that you've got ahead of you.
It's fabulously exciting and you'll be absolutely fine
I enjoyed Lyon on a three day visit many years ago, but Paris . . . .!
Best of luck with the move.
Paris will be wonderful for you. You will have a great time. Enjoy every day as it comes, you never know what is ahead of you. xxx
You're moving on/up not running away. Big difference.
This is all exciting stuff and I wish you all the very best with it:-)
Hey, you're all lovely people. Thanks for the kind words of encouragement.
I'm back in Paris on wednesday to try and find some office space. Meanwhile, the sun is shining here in Lyon and I'm off out to make the most of it!
A bientot!
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