A couple of weeks ago, I thought that I would miss France but also quite
liked the idea of going home to England. Ellie said that this feeling of being
torn meant that my stay had been the perfect length and I was inclined to
agree. Now, however, I’ve changed my mind. I can’t wait to see my family and
friends (it’s going to be brilliant) but part of me feels that a holiday to
England would do just fine for that.
Life here is fantastic - we’re fairly paid and our workload gives us
plentiful time to have a social life and to be an active part of French
culture. I love the food, the language and the atmosphere. There are things
which I feel I will never understand - the never-ending tide of bureaucracy, for one. That
said, I know enough to know that I love France. I feel the same about Normandy
and Le Havre. I get extremely annoyed when people are rude about this city – it doesn't seem fair. I’m not ready to leave just yet and I’m
incredibly jealous of those that are staying longer.
