C'est ce que j'aime

Life is moving along at an alarming rate. I've just picked up a new student who I will be teaching 4 mornings a week for 3 hours a session. This will last only for the month of Feb (thankfully!) When deciding to come to France for the 3rd time I knew that I only wanted to work enough to make ends meet. There were so many other things I wanted to be a part of my life here and work wasn't at the top of the list.

One of those things is travel. My cousin Robbyn is living in Tel Aviv, Israel and I decided to get a ticket to visit her at the end of Feb./beginning of March. I don't exactly have extra cash to just drop on an expensive trip like that (I have to remember that I'm no longer living in Korea) but then I realized that I'll probably never again get the chance to visit that country and have my very own tour guide. This is the time.

So I picked up the extra intense class for the month and decided to make the best of it. I know that this is going to make this month pass by even faster than the others, which scares me. I love it here and I'd really like to stay for another year. I don't think it's possible, but maybe when there's a will there's a way???

The time with Robbyn here was amazing. We talked for hours on end. We made delicious meals, dinned with friends at their places, at our place, in restaurants all over the city. We shopped and danced the weekend away. We made new friends and talked all about what are lives are becoming, how we're changing, things we want and don't want. She is an incredible cousin who is more like a friend and sister. I'm so blessed by her.

My roommate has been really good to me. Who knew that I could randomly find such a good guy on the internet?! We get along, I like his friends and my friends really like him. I'm safe and secure in this apartment. If he's going out he picks me up something. If his friends are over and making dinner he asks if I want them to save some for me when I get home late. When I was sick this week he brought me tiramisu from the fabulous Italian places he frequents. Having a good roommate is so important. I've met all kinds of Parisians through him. I didn't know things would be this...easy. I'm so blessed by him.

Work is going much better. The girls listen better, they're learning a lot and I'm stressing about the little things far less than before. I'm taking things day by day. There are days when I get to the house and everything is upside down and there are appointments and 101 things to do and places to be and the kids won't listen. Then there are days when the nanny and I have a blast doing activities with the girls and none of them are sick and they're all getting along. It's such a relief. I'm liking the fact that each day when I get there I have no idea what is in store for me. Something interesting is always happening from all three kids getting "le gastro", to the super cute doctor who makes house calls, to the insane grandmothers who come over just to make our lives more difficult, to the hilarious things the kids say. It melts my heart when they mix French and English and try their hardest to make full sentences in English.

Everything is busy, but so good.