So, this is the end of one chapter of my life. When I was a day away from turning 25 years old, I signed the offer to my first house. At 25, I moved in (and two days later was rushed to the hospital for an emergency kidney stone operation). At 30, today, I’ve moved out.
Was it sad? No.
Was it hard to let go of? No.
Do I miss my house? Not at all.
Was it weird? Absolutely! – Seeing my house empty like the day I moved in was a surreal experience. But I was truly ready to let this house go, so moving on so abruptly was not a difficult decision for me. This house was a smorgasbord of collected items and books and dust collectors; I’m glad that when I do decide to move again, I get to start fresh.
I’m currently staying in the “basement apartment” of my parents’ gorgeous house in Grimsby before my move to Paris in 9 days. I’m truly content with the fact that I don’t have to worry about moving and packing at my house anymore, and can now (sort of) relax and enjoy my last days with family and friends as I start wrapping things up for the move. The featured image for this post is my cat Amelia Pond warming up to my (her) new bed. And nothing about being 30 and moving back in with my parents is weird for me because their eagerness to take me back in (and watch my babies) is what is giving me the opportunity to live out my dreams. I am so grateful for that chance; too many people live a life full of regrets and I will be able to say I lived out my dream. Sure, it is different, but it’s still home.
In other news, I’ve been paired with my first family for Paris (a second one is awaiting a formal meeting as they are on holidays) and I’m thrilled! They seem so wonderful and I’m eager to begin teaching their children. The cool thing is that my training for the private English company I’m working for is on a boat on the Seine! And the training period is followed by a lunch on the boat — so cool!
Another exciting part of my life is that I’ve been hired for my first paid writing gig. If you’re a writer, you understand what a BIG deal this is! Getting paid to write for companies is a difficult task, and while it isn’t a hefty penny, it’s a whole lot of experience and I’m thrilled to see where it takes me. Once I start writing for them (next week, presumably), I’ll link you to my work via lifeofcloud.net, so keep an eye out! I truly can’t wait to be forced to write and get my creative juices flowing, to write about things I’m passionate about, and gain experience for future work. Wahoo!
I am also beginning another course for my Masters program in September, and I dreamt up (literally woke up from a dream and had to write it down) an idea for my first published work (it isn’t poetry) and I’m excited to start writing that book and putting it all together.
Needless to say, life will be busy but inspiring, as how can it not be when I’m living in the City of Lights?
I hope to write again before I leave. Till then, bon soir and thanks for reading!
Anything you wish me to write about? Now, while in Paris, whenever? Leave me a note in the comments!