I’ve been thinking about what the next post on this blog would be about for the last 4 months.
4 months ago, I was silly enough to think it could be fun to come back to France for a (short) while after 5 years away. The idea behind it was to observe everything that is happening on the coffee scene in the hexagon. And well, to eat cheese and drink wine, let’s be honest. I chose Paris as I had never lived there before and it did seem like a good idea to catch up with a cultural life and get to know that city better than just as a visitor. That clearly wasn’t such a good idea, I don’t think I have ever hated living somewhere before. I won’t go into details here, I’m already tired of complaining about it.
Thankfully, I lived and worked with friends, who made the experience a whole lot nicer, and I’m very thankful for that. So am I with my sister who saved my mental and physical health by lending me her bike so I didn’t have to take the f****** metro everyday, but bike about an hour twice a day.
The context didn’t help. I knew I wouldn’t stay, so I had to do something that is very hard in France, particularly in Paris: save as much money as possible to be free to leave as soon as possible and deal with the French administration to sort out papers and stuff.
I have now left and couldn’t be happier about it. Yes, Paris is a beautiful city with lots of things happening. But we all know how French people are and that Parisians are even worse. It can be a living hell to live there and was a real shock after the tranquillity of a Northern way of life and the laid back South American one that I both cherished so much. Sometimes you need to go back somewhere to realise why you left. That’s how I felt in France. I adore wine and cheese dinner, it’s a perfect country for holidays, but living there, no thanks.
What’s next? As always I had many options of things I wanted to do next. I decided to go for the scariest and most random one: packing my life and bringing it to the other side of the planet to be with my loved one. So there, I’m flying to Sydney in just 10 days and no need to say I feel as restless as ever.
Coming up: hikes in the Australian wilderness (and around) and of course coffee-related things. I’ll keep you posted!
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