Okay. I got distracted – big time.
I also have news – big news. A few months ago my boyfriend – yeah, one of the big distractions – decided to move back to Mexico, he had enough of the life in France and well, he is Mexican. When he told me about his decision in a serious conversation, I immediately blurted out “I don’t want you to leave!”, while realising in the exact same moment that I couldn’t blame him for wanting to leave France.
You know, the whole world speaks about France as if it’s paradise. I agree, the landscapes are beautiful. The wine is amazing and the cheese, oh, don’t start about the cheese. But that’s it. The atmosphere isn’t as amazing as everybody thinks. We’ve had more heartfelt romantic moments outside of France than we’ve had in France, while it’s supposed to be the center of romanticism. I can honestly tell you, it is not.
We both feel the energy getting sucked out of us, all the time. Almost everything has to be difficult. And the people – it honestly even seems difficult for them to show true happiness. Hey, numbers don’t lie. They say the French is one of the countries with the most depressed people. It doesn’t surprise me at all.
Good, enough about that. Back to the serious conversation.
So he told me he was going to leave the continent and the same night I told him I wanted to go with him. After thinking it over for a few nights we both agreed it was a great idea. After all, it’s important to see and experience where he comes from. He is very excited to show me. I’ve never been to Mexico and I’m ready for a new adventure. It’s a win-win.
The last couple of months have been a rollercoaster of happenings and arranging stuff. In France you can’t just call your phone company to tell them you want to quit the contract, a visit to the office won’t be enough neither. It’s impossible to drop by at your rental agency, telling them you want to move. Everything has to be done with registered letters, otherwise it’s not valid. A letter which has to mention a mouthful of laws you’ve never heard of, but you have to mention them in the letter anyway. Exhausting.
But we managed to arrange everything and we entered the final stage. We moved in together and have two weeks left in France, which we will use for packing our bags and preparing our trip to the first stop: my home in the Netherlands. Ofcourse I couldn’t leave the continent without charging my ‘battery’ of quality time with my friends at home!
I can tell you I’m very excited about all of our plans and I can’t wait to tell you more detailed about it, so I promise you from now I will write a lot more.
I’m also wondering if you’ve ever made a big – spontaneous – move, or if you’ve been thinking about it?
