The calm before the storm

So I’ve decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon which at the moment seems to be filling up as more and more people have gone off on their merry ways across Europe, and I’m still in England. Waiting. And that’s the worst part – despite the fact that I’m soon going to be leaving my family, friends  and boyfriend, knowing that almost everybody else has started their year abroad and that my doom is yet impending (although perhaps I’m being melodramatic, I am a tad excited after all) is almost torturous. The more and more I want time to slow down so I can enjoy my last week in good company, the quicker time seems to fly. But this blog isn’t going to be a pessimistic outlook on the faltering concept of time, it’ll hopefully provide as a quick and easy way to update anyone who wants to know, on my progress in the country of bon bons, brie and berets.

Somehow, in my very ambitious feminine brain, I’ve decided that reducing my wardrobe is not an option, and although having sacrificed my huge French dictionary, I am now faced with lugging two-thirds of my weight across trains, tube and plane to get to my final destination of Charlieu, Lyon. The lycée in which I’ll be teaching have kindly provided me with a ‘studio’ at a total cost of €50 per month within walking distance of the place, pretty much bang in the town’s centre – not too shabby so far. The idea of independently exploring the ins and outs of French culture also provides me with a newfound eagerness that I will hopefully embrace once I’ve actually landed on French soil, however you will more than likely just see lots of pictures of random streets that I’ve lost myself down in the process.

So as not to bore you any further, I’m going to briefly summarise/point out a few consolatory facts:

-          - I am actually looking forward to going on my year abroad

-          - I will miss hockey far too much

-          - I have packed plenty of razors, so I won’t be conforming to the European  ways

-          - A quarter of my suitcase is filled with tea bags (Yorkshire of course)

-          - I probably won’t come back raving on about frogs legs and escargos

-          - I certainly will be sporting a beret wherever possible

My next post will be from France and hopefully much more exciting!

A bientôt!