I don’t mean that my parents donate me money and stuff whenever I ask them do. I’m spoiled in another way.
Sometimes I see it as a struggle what to write about. Where I have to make my pictures of, for my Instagram account. I don’t see it as an obligation, it’s more of a desire. Still, most of the things I see and experience, I don’t see as interesting for the outside world. Walls are just walls to me, you know.
Oh and how am I mistaken! I’m living in France. Every day when I wake up, I’m able to jump into all the French traditions, enjoy the French architecture. All just a stone throw away, or even closer. Even my ride to work is interesting, for someone who is used to the houses and roads in The Netherlands – or another country.
France and all of its beauty became my life. Natural, normal. I do realize it is not. I do know how people from the other side of the world dream of going to France every single day – probably more particularly Paris, but they would be happy with Lyon, right?
Really, I know this!
And still it’s hard for me to act like it. Now it’s my second summer that I’m here, it’s starting to get clearer though. Did you know at least 1,3 million Dutch people come to France each year? They use their well earned holiday to visit this country, that sometimes I accidentally take for granted.
I promise you, my dear followers. This is about to change! I will appreciate all the beautiful buildings, streets, the climate, the location, wine, baguettes, other pastries and most of all the big range of cheese. Oh God, I totally love the cheese.
But please promise me one thing. Wherever you live, don’t take it for granted! Your home is another men’s dream.
Whatever your country has to offer, it will always be interesting and appealing for someone who isn’t there.
