It is kind of weird what is happening really. Everything seemed to have accelerated tremendously lately (over a period of 2 years actually).
Incidently, one of the two bloggers at Libération is going back home, after several years in the States (New York). I can read between the lines how deeply attached he's become, after six years, with people he met there.
It seems that one cannot like or not like the US a little. It's either hatred (seldom) or love (mostly), passionately either way.
That journalist has kids, rather young, who must speak perfectly both languages. I do hope they'll adapt well to our system.
I was 20 when I spent a whole year in England. Plymouth in the Devon is only, what, the english channel width away from my home but it might as well been on the Moon.
After 8 years of studying english I could read the Times but definitely did not understand what some guy said to me at the customs.
Past that… problem everything I knew from back home had a different meaning there. No more 'we are right the rest of the World is wrong' It became 'we, both, are … right … in a different way': We drive on different sides of the road, our adjectives come after the word they define, a car is feminine, so is a house,…
I grew up that year, way more and faster than I ever had over any year.
Will Finland seduce me the way England did?
The morron I bought this place from had indeed emptied the little attic I intend to use to store the stuff I don't want to bring along. I started moving things up there. I'll finish that chore tomorrow, hopefully.
I'm going to Besançon for the weekend; will take the train to Roissy, uber early Monday morning, from there.
A and D will be away next Saturday evening but I'll get to see them nonetheless. T too ^_^ That silly jerk. He'll be working at Mâcon, only 40 miles South of Chalon. since I'm due to rent a car for my trip to Besançon instead of stupidly lugging my bagages on the train, I might as well pick him up from the railway station. We'll have to work out our conflicting schedules though…
I think I'm in the right mood to watch Sunday, bloody Sunday. There are times for every movie, and this one is so specific I just didn't feel like unwrapping the DVD (part of the lot I bought in SF) until today.
My ficus is not dead. All old leaves went down and new ones are replacing them surprisingly fast. The sun, rather… generous these past days, is helping a lot.
I have tons of reasons to be glad.