Yeah so I'm back in France after a lovely weekend at home; had a nice couple of meals with mum, dad and Alex, got to see some other family/family friends at Alex's party which was very fun (was very happy to have a bit of a boogie) and spent some nice time with Joe. For some reason am really kinda sad to come back. It's totally nuts because, like I said, I had a lovely weekend and I spent loads of it telling everyone how much I love my new life in France/how happy I am and that is totaly true...and yet I've been strangely close to tears for the last 24 hours. I think it was just after spending 4 weeks looking forward to seeing Joe this weekend and then after sorta 10 hours or so with him thats it for another 5 weeks. Ah dear am feeling so sorry for myself. I have a bit of a cold and its been grey outside all day which hasnt helped, sure I'll be fine again tomorrow.
The weird thing though is that I've just been reading a few of the other assistants blogs which I keep track of on Bloglines and it seems a few of them are just feeling 'down' this weekend...one of them described well that the excitement of just 'being in France' has worn off and now they have good/bad days like you would at home. I think thats exactly it, like when I left home in September I wasn't really that sad because there was so much to be excited about...but this time it was sorta just coming back to 'normal' where being at home was exciting.
But anyway I declared this was not going to be a self-pitying blog, so thats enough of that...I've wallowed enough to know how deep it goes and not to drown and its time to pick myself up for this weeks adventures.
Going to go swimming again, go to the museum, seeing Lynn and Louise around here tomorrow which'll be lovely, Thanksgiving dinner on Friday (and might get to see Rachel), washing, shopping, bill paying (arggh), doing Uni reading (loving Nana by Zola at the mo...filthy stuff though! and as for English books, The Island=wow!), 2 days teaching. Then similiar next week (and will hopefully be paid somewhere in the middle), and the weekend after I think there may be a party as Lou's bf and friend are both coming, and then Charlene (oldest best friend from home) is coming for a few days which will be super fun I hope. Then she goes and two weeks till I'll be a-heading home again and making plans for Joe's 21st in January.
The main other news is that Bergerac airport is tiny. I mean like one restaurant, 5 chairs, no shop, a five metre long baggage retrieval thingy in a shed kinda tiny. I got there REALLY early on Friday and literally just sat there all alone reading my book while the cleaners tidied the airport around me.
Strikes still on.
More news soon.