It's good to be back.

After super turbulent first week back in France, I'm semi-settled down. Now I'm living temporarily in a shack inside a 400 year old building graciously offered to me so I don't sleep on the streets.

Last week.
Between going to school and trying to find a place to live, I found myself traveling the streets of Paris, taking out the map every so often to pretend I wasn't lost. It was the busiest week in a long time, especially with all the vacation following my graduation. Being busy is not bad, at least it keeps you going. But the worst is having no place to go, no place to call home. I guess I could have found a place before I arrived, but you never know what you'd get. Patience my friends, will always be rewarded.

New Studio.
It's the 5th or 6th one I visited. I was so tired of looking and was going to seal the deal at anything acceptable. But this one is better than I imagined. It's a great neighborhood, away from all the cars and sirens but still at the heart of Paris, and home of the best ice cream.(enough hints?) Finding a nice place to live, does it take patience or more like doing things last possible minute? I think it's trying to to things last minute with a bit of luck.

School.
The school is the place that I'm most comfortable with. The classrooms looks and smells the same. That buttery scent in the air during pastry class is so distinct that I will never forget it in my life. I noticed that none of my good friends are here anymore. No new friends for me either, guess I'm too of intimidating for a new kid on the block. Yea, it's like I have horns growing out of my head.

Back Home.
I miss everyone!
Had nostalgia seriously everyday I was here.
But it's getting better.
Miss you especially.
It's getting colder and how come I don't have any scarves?
So now, I can focus on my studies and do great!