A new beginning

Like so many of those who have come before me, and I imagine that those who are newly arrived will one day discover, blogging about my life in France has become more difficult, as it no longer feels like my life in France. It is simply my life.

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