One of the most exciting things was my little trip to Paris where I sorted out my new flat (!!!) and slowly to terms with some of the massive changes coming up in my life. This week I learnt that I’m really really bad at French. Like, I knew I was bad but oh my goodness me. Those four years since my iGCSE A* fluke have been very long indeed. My mum’s best friend lives a few hours outside Paris and she was brilliantly patient with me. Annoyingly I could understand 80% of what everyone was talking about but ask me a question and BAM frozen up like an ice lolly. That said, after a horrendously strong ‘French Kiss’ cocktail on Wednesday evening, my tongue loosened up brilliantly and I was chatting away en francais like a native. Okay not quite.
So having shared with you the stress of finding myself somewhere to live in Paris a few months ago I can say with great confidence that I have found the flat of my dreams. It’s in a little gated courtyard in the centre of the Latin Quarter of Paris and takes me around 20 mins to walk to my university through the Jardin de Luxembourg and around the Paris Pantheon. Its actually being refurbished at the moment and will be so beautiful when its finished. Think blogger-white walls and massive Parisian windows. It’s also not even a studio! It has a separate kitchen around the corner and I have a real bed AND a sofa! Honestly, I am truly blessed to have been offered it and I will be eternally grateful.
In other exciting news, I’ve had all my hair cut off. My beautiful long blonde hair is now up by my shoulders and an absolute nightmare to maintain BUT I’m slowly coming to terms with it. I do this every two years or so. I cut my hair a lot shorter, regret it until it’s long again and then cut it short all over. The only problem that I have with my hair when its short is its ability to make me look a bit chubby, especially when I wear the clothes that always looked amazing with my hair down. It can also make me look like a long-haired teenage boy if I don’t style it. Not a fantastic look.
My hair quite desperately needed a cut. Lately my hair has been quite unnaturally blonde and the bleaching had taken its toll on my hair’s health. After having my hair toned down a little before Bali (back to my natural dark ashy blonde) my hair was still as awful as before. Seriously, it took the hairdresser an hour to brush through it because of all the tangles. Bad, bad times. I can now say that it takes me thirty seconds to brush through my hair and no time to dry it perfectly. Living the short-haired dream. Hopefully it’ll grow back as healthy as it was before my bleaching parties.
Everything seems to be falling into place and I’m so excited!0