Couldn’t find a job in France, hired in Poland, sent
to Paris as an expat’… Isn’t it ironic… don’t you think? (Now you have Alanis
Morissette’s voice in your head). It’s been a while actually I’m back in my
home country, eating le bread, drinking le wine, and avoiding Polish winter
like a boss (fuck yeah). Living out of Poland is of course the main reason why
I haven’t kept this blog up to date, obviously (someone told me that I’m
obsessional, and as all obsessional I always have an explanation for
everything… Perfect excuse! What? Am I trying to find a new reason?). So, my
assignment is coming to an end soon, I’ll have to go back to Warsaw (which I
really enjoy), though… I began to love my life in Paris, my habits, my
district, relatives around, friends, not paying the rent… You’re right, I’m
becoming sentimental J Let’s go back
on tracks! This year is election year in France. BUT! I can’t vote in France as
I’m living abroad, I should vote at the French Embassy in Warsaw. Let’s go
to the Police office to prepare proxy voting to a friend of mine living in
Warsaw... BUT! I can’t perform it from France! I’m an expat’, I have to go to my Embassy… Irony chapter 2:
Reloaded!
And finally, living in Paris is not as pesky as I
thought…
This is a fresh start! I neglected this blog for too
long! Maybe I should hire a guy. Who said it’s for celebs only? This is
segregation against lazy people!
