As it goes, life here has been much different than I expected and filled with brights and shadows alike. In some ways, it is life just the same as life has always been. I spend a lot of time in my flat, drinking tea, browsing the web, and feeling a little anxious to get out and do something. I go to work, and hang out with my friends on the weekend. And the town is small, and maybe small towns in France would rather be Hollywood than Paris.
But it can’t be denied that things are beautifully different. The walk home is enough to leave me marveling, and if I happen to pass an open window on the way with the sounds of maman making lunch and babes running wild, I will be melted into a puddle. It’s much easier for me to weave a tale here, even if it’s a little bit make believe. Although there may be rien à faire in Niort, I certainly don’t mind an evening stroll around my neighborhood because c’mon, would ya look at it?