Am I ready for the City of Love? Is the City of Love ready for me?
Or: That time I felt bad about myself while walking past an iconic building on the way home. A few days back, I managed to get into my head while walking home from work, right as I passed Sacre Coeur (name drop!). This isn’t new for me; in fact, me getting into my head a …
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I live a good walk away from work. Normally, this means that I wear a T-shirt and shorts into the office, where I change. On Monday, I forgot the pants. And with a slew of calls, I couldn’t escape to buy a pair of long pants until early afternoon. But I did, and they’re quite …
It’s been a busy week. I got a bank account opened. I also got renters’ insurance. I needed that because I found a place, within five days. Thanks to the amazing April. (Unpaid promotion time: when in Paris, contact April. She’ll be able to show you the town in a way that few can, with …
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Funny thing happened on the way to work the other day. Well, it was terrifying until it was funny. My walk to work takes me past some big embassies, like the UK and the US. That means the road is inhabited by police with machine guns. So you can imagine my horror when one of …
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This easy access to champagne is going to be dangerous. In the first few days, it’s been almost nonstop champagne. At these prices, why not? But tomorrow, it’s down to work. Or back to work, more accurately. I’m actually looking forward to this. The office seems really nice, and I’m eager to continue with the …
With a nod to Star Trek: Discovery for that title. And WARNING: Spoilers ahead. So this is it. I’m in the business class lounge. The company is paying for this, and I’m taking full advantage of it — wouldn’t want to waste their money, after all. With the food and drink, I should be okay …
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Appropriately enough, that song is by Europe. I’ve already started the hardest part of all this: the goodbyes. Five good friends have bid à la prochaine, and tomorrow will be the hardest part, when the majority say goodbye. This is both at work and at the going away. I’ve cried. I’ll cry a lot more. …
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The good news is that I didn’t have nearly as much crap as I thought I did. The bad news is that it’s proving difficult to get rid of the crap I do have. Suffice it to say, I’m annoyed with people who say they’ll take something and flake out. But I guess it’s a …
Continue reading “A little over two weeks left, and there’s so much to get rid of”
People have told me for a long time that I should blog. People are weird. But now that I’m moving to another continent, it seems like a good time to start one of these things up. My name is Miguel, and I’m XX years old. (You never ask a lady her age, of course.) On …
Canuckistan Takes Paris!