Something a little different this Sunday. After having received the mark for my first Year Abroad Essay, I’ve decided to share it on here. I was super happy with my result, so thought why not step a little out of my comfort zone and “publish” it, so here goes.
Quelque chose d’un peu différent ce dimanche. Après avoir reçu la note pour mon premier essai de mon année à l’étranger, j’ai décidé de le partager. J’étais tellement contente de mon résultat que je me suis dit pourquoi ne pas sortir un peu de ma zone de confort et le “publier”, et voila!
Right now, 30 seems way off but still fairly daunting now that I’m a whole 3 months into my 20s as of tomorrow (20 didn’t quite count, did it?). Following on from the post I wrote back in November about turning 21 (TWENTY-ONE) and my lack of excitement surrounding this so-called rite of passage, I decided to make a sort of to-do list. Something that lays somewhere between New Year’s Resolutions and fully fledged bucket list territory. I apologise for any clichés from the offset. I think it’s impossible to do anything of this ilk, to even discuss “goals”, whilst remaining free from cliché. Surprisingly, it didn’t take me all that long to collate. Once you start thinking of things to which you aspire, it’s easy to get carried away. I hope I’ve managed to keep the balance between dream and attainability and I’ll catch you in 9 (years) to see how I’ve done.
It’s not mine, but it’s a taste of what could be. A trial run of adulthood, maybe. Sans bills or the majority of my rent (thanks mum & dad). But it’s still a taste nonetheless. Although I’ve lived away from home during term time since the end of 2015, and even before then had stints at boarding school from the age of 8, moving to France alone is a different experience altogether. Moving to Paris back in September was terrifying and it was almost just as scary moving to Lyon a couple of weekends back. However, things have started differently here, and indeed for the better. I jumped straight into university on day 3, rather than having a fortnight of not knowing what to do with myself in Paris. University takes up 10 and a half hours a week, spread across 4 weekdays, as opposed to just 5 or 6 hours in Paris divided between a Tuesday and a Saturday. Yes, uni on a Saturday. I’m also going to be taking up a job offer rather soon that will keep me occupied for a further 8 hours per week and in some form of grown-up routine (vs. little bits of studying here and there and taking full advantage of that free month of Netflix).