Because getting what you want always comes with strings attached

So….I’m going to work in France. Starting May. And even though working abroad is not exactly new to me, now it’s completely different. I should really be excited, but…

First, now I have a boyfriend. Second, I have a 12 months work contract I have to sign. Third, it’s France (y-uck)! No offence, but I pretty much hate everything that has to do with it. Except Coco Chanel. And Paris. Just the thought that in a few months I’ll be forced to speak a monotone language, without any intonation and logic grammar rules, is discussing. Not to mention that my ears will surely BLEED when hearing the stupid accent! How do you say “I feel very shitty about this” in French?

I hope they won’t make me adopt their bad haircuts as well!

Anyway…it seems like I don’t really have a choice, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.  I already downloaded a couple of  traveling brochures and I’m trying to plan my future weekends so that I make the most of them, without too much thinking about my relationship going straightly to the recycle bin.

The only good thing that will come out of this is my chance to escape the lifestyle I’ve been living for the last one and a half year. You know….I was kinda hoping getting my bachelor’s degree with a 9.66 will get me an exciting job, with a comfortable salary, which I will spend on a comfortable apartment and on exciting clubbing. I know, I’m not an endangered species, but hey, college graduates have the right to dream!

I mean…I had a nice life at college, living on my parents’ expense, but I was ready to give up a few pleasures in order to be on my own at last! Please notice that I said “a few pleasures” not ALL of them. The last year has been like rehab- no shopping for expensive dresses, no visits to the duty-free, almost no clubbing and not to mention I pretty much lost all the connections I had with the friends I had in college. Now, college wasn’t VERY glamorous, but there was rarely a dull moment in my life- and if it wasn’t exciting, it was most likely humiliating, which holds its own appeal. Now it’s just a stupid work-home routine which I can’t manage to escape and I can’t see how going to France could affect my relationship more than this boring routine does!

This doesn’t mean I don’t desperately wish my boyfriend could come