Sad Times.

A sad thing happened yesterday – I bought my ticket home. On the morning of the 8th of May, I will arrive in Paris, climb aboard a Eurostar, and reluctantly return to England.

I really don’t want to, but it’s got to happen. If I could transport family, Frida and friends (‘the three Fs’) to France, i’d be happy to live here long term, but that’s not entirely practical. Besides, England needs me - I leave for a few months, and the country falls into disarray, with elections, and new Prime Ministers popping up all over the place.

So, in a nice end-of-France post, I thought I’d make a list of some of the things i’m going to miss about France. It’s difficult to think of them all off the top of my head, as i’ll probably only realise a lot of them once i’m back in the UK. Still, here’s a few:

• Fresh baguettes - stereotypical, but true
  
• Trams. I actually love them.
  
• Ordering food in a restaurant, and not being entirely sure what it is until it arrives.
• Complaining about the lack of bacon.
• Being a foreigner.
• Learning a few new words every day. Forgetting them the next.
  
• Getting lost in the city, and simply wandering around until finding out where I am.
• Being able to understand people, when they think you have no idea what they’re saying.
• Being a ‘celebrity’ in school, and having every pupil saying “Good morneeng, Gaveen” as they walk past.
• The more relaxing speed of life. England is too fast, busy and grey. France is the opposite.

Also, i'm not sure what is going to happen to this blog once i've left Nantes. I'd like to carry it on, but my life in Reading tends to be fairly dull. It'd just end up being hundreds of Airfix Models and Fimo Fires. And let's face it, who wants to read about that!