Today is Wednesday, already, that's like almost another week gone. STOP GOING SO FAST TIME, I'm not ok with it.
This week I've kicked off the festive season with a bang, been 15 again and started to figure out pigs ears and sheep tails. The fun all started on Friday; as official costume designer for St Michael's children's nativity (knew that degree would come in handy) I decided I needed to venture to Primark for coloured t-shirts and leggings. Going to Primark in Paris is not like going in England; you need a good couple of hours, a list and a calming Natalie by your side. Actually turned out to be quite fun and we got everything we needed plus Christmas jumpers (no I am still not the sophisticated Parisian I could be if I tried). Friday evening then saw the festive season kick off in some kinda style thanks to Natalie and Jodie's Christmas party. It was fancy dress so I went as snow, just wore a lot of white and glitter, which worked, kinda, well until the early morning wander home sparkling in the sun. It was such a good night; I miss having space to throw parties, me and Bear used to make up reasons to throw gatherings in our little house on Mill Street, I seem to remember our Christmas party was pretty amazing last year. Anyway the festive season is here, all is right with the world.
Saturday was really rather lovely, D&I had friends from Normandy visiting so I joined them for lunch, lots of wine and cheese. Then I met Steph for a wander and catch up, after which I dragged her to meet everyone to watch the rugby in the pub. Missed that too, watching the Saturday afternoon sport in the pub with a hangover. Did have to confess that after 3 years there and a die hard Welsh girl for a best mate my alligences lay with the Welsh. Made the Aussies happy to have one more on their said. Then it was hope for a quick power nap before dinner in the crêperie and I dropped into Nico's birthday meal to say hi to him and Cath. It's amazing what you can fit into a day sometimes.
Sunday was spent holed up in the church office doing stuff for the nativity before doing my best sound technician impression. My Sunday fun came after church (that didn't sound so dodge in my head). Anyway, managed to find a bit of a soul sister in the lovely Sara and we discovered we shared a passion for old school grungy music, we regularly relate conversations back to Blink 182 songs and talk about the days we wore Etnies and tartan Converse. Any New Found Glory were in town, for dirt cheap too, it was kinda of a must. Off we trotted in our skinny jeans and black tops to the venue. First of all, the place, better then the Astoria in the heyday, really small and old school, not over crowded either. And then New Found Glory, what can I say, the guys are getting on a bit but they have most definitely still got it!! I was beyond impressed! Plus side of gigs at 23, drinking freely and not having a curfew. Definitely abused both, oops.
Faces was the thing this week for me, old faces, new faces, faces I'd known for a while but not really chatted too and faces I'll chat to this one time then never again. When you move to a new country or any new place you have to find your feet. It does take a while to find the group of friends you'll stick with throughout. Then in a big city like this is so easy to get chatting to people somewhere, have a few drinks then walk off without getting their number. The friends you first make somewhere are more then likely not going to be the friends you have at the end, I have one or two people I see regularly that I've known since my first week here, the rest have all come along the way. I'm lucky that I have church, an amazing community of young people that I've slotted into. And then you meet friends of friends who you really get on with or you talk to someone who you see a lot but never chatted to and you realise you should've gone for coffee much sooner. Anyway you find you're groove eventually, I feel like this weekend I realised I found mine.
This week I've kicked off the festive season with a bang, been 15 again and started to figure out pigs ears and sheep tails. The fun all started on Friday; as official costume designer for St Michael's children's nativity (knew that degree would come in handy) I decided I needed to venture to Primark for coloured t-shirts and leggings. Going to Primark in Paris is not like going in England; you need a good couple of hours, a list and a calming Natalie by your side. Actually turned out to be quite fun and we got everything we needed plus Christmas jumpers (no I am still not the sophisticated Parisian I could be if I tried). Friday evening then saw the festive season kick off in some kinda style thanks to Natalie and Jodie's Christmas party. It was fancy dress so I went as snow, just wore a lot of white and glitter, which worked, kinda, well until the early morning wander home sparkling in the sun. It was such a good night; I miss having space to throw parties, me and Bear used to make up reasons to throw gatherings in our little house on Mill Street, I seem to remember our Christmas party was pretty amazing last year. Anyway the festive season is here, all is right with the world.
Saturday was really rather lovely, D&I had friends from Normandy visiting so I joined them for lunch, lots of wine and cheese. Then I met Steph for a wander and catch up, after which I dragged her to meet everyone to watch the rugby in the pub. Missed that too, watching the Saturday afternoon sport in the pub with a hangover. Did have to confess that after 3 years there and a die hard Welsh girl for a best mate my alligences lay with the Welsh. Made the Aussies happy to have one more on their said. Then it was hope for a quick power nap before dinner in the crêperie and I dropped into Nico's birthday meal to say hi to him and Cath. It's amazing what you can fit into a day sometimes.
Sunday was spent holed up in the church office doing stuff for the nativity before doing my best sound technician impression. My Sunday fun came after church (that didn't sound so dodge in my head). Anyway, managed to find a bit of a soul sister in the lovely Sara and we discovered we shared a passion for old school grungy music, we regularly relate conversations back to Blink 182 songs and talk about the days we wore Etnies and tartan Converse. Any New Found Glory were in town, for dirt cheap too, it was kinda of a must. Off we trotted in our skinny jeans and black tops to the venue. First of all, the place, better then the Astoria in the heyday, really small and old school, not over crowded either. And then New Found Glory, what can I say, the guys are getting on a bit but they have most definitely still got it!! I was beyond impressed! Plus side of gigs at 23, drinking freely and not having a curfew. Definitely abused both, oops.
Faces was the thing this week for me, old faces, new faces, faces I'd known for a while but not really chatted too and faces I'll chat to this one time then never again. When you move to a new country or any new place you have to find your feet. It does take a while to find the group of friends you'll stick with throughout. Then in a big city like this is so easy to get chatting to people somewhere, have a few drinks then walk off without getting their number. The friends you first make somewhere are more then likely not going to be the friends you have at the end, I have one or two people I see regularly that I've known since my first week here, the rest have all come along the way. I'm lucky that I have church, an amazing community of young people that I've slotted into. And then you meet friends of friends who you really get on with or you talk to someone who you see a lot but never chatted to and you realise you should've gone for coffee much sooner. Anyway you find you're groove eventually, I feel like this weekend I realised I found mine.
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