The UK's not a OK

It's weird, the UK has always been my home and granted I still love my friends and family - like my friend R reminded me I will never replace a few of my special friends here. I have to admit though I was much happier in Paris, working most of the time without a care in the world and always laughing with Canadian au pair. Unfortunately sometimes in T where I live in the UK the world is just too small, some people are still living in bits of the past and refusing to move on, still holding grudges from over five years ago because frankly there is not much else for them to focus on. I don't mean to cause any offense but it is often the case that your night is ruined by people stuck in the past, which in my case happened last night. Oh well...life goes on.

Coming home simply reminds me who the important people are here at home and how much I love Paris and my friends there. My attitude has completely changed, when I first blogged in Paris I explained how I felt it didn't fulfil all my expectations but now my opinion is totally reversed. I intend to stay in Paris for as long as possible and in my mind, if I can get the right job teaching english as a foreign language, indefinitely. I love Paris, the people, the culture, the lifestyle. You never get bored of anything, or sick of seeing the same sights, there is always more to explore. And I already miss speaking the language.

Don't get me wrong the UK will always be my home (of sorts) but France has always been somewhere I've loved and Mum used to joke I should have been born French...today I am going into town with mum and walking along the seafront I miss the most while I am away and then later going to my second family's home for dinner. Looking forward to meeting D's new pup - a little border collie :) and eating his dad's wonderful home made food. Some bits of Britain I still love.