It's hard to move the tablet ... must say that I might not be forced to swallow it whole in less than 10 minutes!
What chocolate? Milk-Hazelnut ... it's still a little on the heart then.
Truth.
Expatriation is not that easy .
In fact, this is not easy is the loneliness it engenders.
When you work, you speak, even to jerks, it has an active role in and a society.
The housewife, speaks to her child, demands a pant size, an appointment to the pediatrician, a wand. And when the man, Monchéri, travels, the housewife that I am, finds that a week at a pace self-centered and mono-blocked neurally on: "No, I said No! Eat your soup, washing your teeth, where are your shoes, what you want for dessert" Well, that slap on the system.
So yeah ... I love living in Lausanne, I'm happy here. No doubt. It was a beautiful apartment, we share real moments of happiness as a family. The Crapule flourishes, Monchéri loves his job. And I tell myself it is time to refocus me a little.
But now, this week, my friends, my job, I miss Paris. And solitude weighs on me.
And depression leads to inaction, not want to bust on .... I'd like to have a housekeeper because the stall cleaner my week in Phew! it's just too hard.
You pity me or not? Ah ... or not?
Yeah, but hey oh! I still have the right to a tiny little riquiqui nothing at all self-spite (one is never better served than by yourself!)
Because we are not always super- woman, because everyone is entitled to a little bit of slack, because making friends is not so easy at our age, and because seeing the loves of his life may take you off a nice cut wings momentarily (just in case one of them would trample an ankle and needs a hug).
But I know that: •
The Assn it helps to meet people also
• Find a new career is not in-conceivable, see totally improbably stupid.
• Playing sports (that I start tomorrow!) Helps to action, sweat (and stink), think of something else.
Thanks, I feel better. It feels good to empty a bit, to let go. Nan you're really great!
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