I am intégrée. Like all good Frenchies, when I go abroad I miss terribly good bread. I eat baguette almost every day.
I sing the Marseillaise at the national team’s football matches.
I know more about cheese than I ever thought there could possibly be to learn. I laughed along with the 20minutes newspaper report on whole food’s map of French cheese that showed *gasp* l’Epoisse comes from Savoy and Camembert from Montpellier (It’s Bourgogne and Normandie, FYI).
(Image from @Mi_ka_L)
Speaking of maps of France, I drew one with twinkle lights for my boyfriend’s birthday party from memory, and did a better job than he did!
My English has become so francophonisé that I don’t always notice mistakes my colleagues make when they write in English. But really, why isn't cited a synonym for said?
I talk to my cat, Léo, in French. I call him mimi, minou, doudou, choupi and all other sort of sweet nothings.
Also he is 3.5 years old now... last time I blogged he was just a kitten!
All this to say that I am embarking on the journey of naturalisation. After five months of my citizenship application missing various documents that were never asked for in this first place (#classic #Frenchbureaucracy), I got the best birthday present ever: the confirmation by mail that my application was considered complete and the 18-month countdown to naturalisation had begun!
So, fingers crossed!!
And a big thank you to all my readers who embarked on my journey of francification with me.
Love,
Laura
