Last week marked the visit of my first guest here in Lyon, my dad. My mum will be the second, a week today and Roz, my third on 18th May! Although I love the idea of exploring new places and even old ones by myself, a lot of the time I do wish I had somebody with me. I think that you see places completely differently depending on your company. For example, my dad is a walker. So, although I have now been in Lyon for 2 whole months, by walking different routes last week I gained a totally new perspective and mental mapping out of the city. We also took one of those sight-seeing city buses on the rainiest day of his visit which again allowed me to see Lyon much differently than before. You miss so much by being lazy and taking the metro everywhere. I’ve been trying harder recently to look up and around rather than down at the ground or my Apple Maps – though it can prove a little tricky when you know how much dog poo is around. For me, having somebody visiting also forces me out of my room in which I feel so comfortable. That’s a good thing too because I always have a good day once I’m out and about.
17 / 3 / 2018 GENEVA
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!
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).
After a flu-riddled Christmas at home, yet another blogging hiatus is over. I’m back, and I’m back in France. Only this time, further south and a little bit to right. I’m in the birthplace of cinema and food capital of France (some actually say the world) where the locals are called Lyonnais. That’s right, you guessed it. I’m in Lyon and have been for a week and one day. Having been here for just over a week, it would be impossible to have grasped what Lyon is all about or seen much of the city at all really. But what I can say already is that living here feels so much different to living where I did last semester, just outside of Paris. What helps tremendously is that my room here feels a little more like a home from home. I am really enjoying that I have my own front door, my own mailbox and the ability to “buzz people” into the building, not that anybody is likely to be calling by. It feels like a completely different experience already. One of semi adult-ing maybe, rather that floundering in Parisian suburbs. I’ll try to keep you posted, literally.
Instagram over Lyon @ sunrise on my walk to uni.(https://www.instagram.com/p/BeVG8M6F90R/?taken-by=holmestash)