The Life of an Obsessive Compulsive

Ask my Parents and they will tell you I am not the most tidy of people. In fact when I was younger, there was a floordrobe instead of a carpet. When I come back from uni, my stuff literally overtakes the entire house and things begin to look messy and cramped. Ask me and I will tell you I hate it.

Armed and Dangerous!!

It's the Final Count Down!!!!!!!!!

Now tell me you didn't totally sing that title AND hum the guitar riff!! I knew it couldn't just be me that breaks out into song and the drop of a ... word. :P

So it's no real secret that I came to France for my year abroad, full of wonder, joy and high, high hopes... Which all came tumbling down roughly two months into my stay. This was mainly a mixture of the delightful young girls in Lyon, who take great pleasure in telling other girls they are fat. Regina George had nothing on these chicks! A little bit of homesickness (okay a lot of homesickness) and the fateful Halloween night out, where there were fisticuffs at dawn with some french guy over a lack of cigarettes! I'm not going to lie, it knocked me for six. I can hold my own when I know who I'm up against but some random drunk french guy? He could have been carrying anything so it wasn't worth the risk!

YESS!! Let's celebrate!

Back to Purgatory

I flew back to France yesterday and surprisingly it hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be! I am moving house this week on top of an exam and a 10 page essay to finish, so it's going to be a busy week!

I have however, returned from England with a new attitude towards my life here in France for the next 6 months. I met a lovely girl from my British university on my flight and by chance we were sitting next to each other on the plane! She reassured me about my year abroad and helped answer a few questions about my future when I go back home for my final year........

La Vie Française: it sucks!

I am currently sat in a class where the tutor expects ridiculously fast writing from you to the point where my hand cramps up in every class. I tried to take a picture of an image on the presentation and was told not to take it and yet there was no information on where I could find the image. No, in fact I'm meant to be a mind reader and must automatically know these things!! Obviously, how foolish of me!

Bringing Sassy Back!

There's something to be said for upping sticks and moving to another country. It's terrifying, it's exciting and it's a mash up of every fear you've ever had about yourself. Mostly though it's the biggest boost of confidence you could ever have! ;)

Lyon by night!