J’aime la vie française. Really. But it’s amazing the highs and lows you can feel when you’ve basically uprooted your entire life and moved to a country where you essentially know no one.
Here are some recent highs I’ve had:
- Finding a whole new bag of poop bags on the street by the park when I only had two more bags left for Tyler. Score!
- Being invited to drinks to some French club by my only French friend!
And some recent lows:
- When Tyler acts up towards other dogs and gets all territorial/protective of me and our apartment with our neighbors. Come on… work with me here! Mommy needs some friends!
- Getting to the club to meet my only French friend and not being able to find her. Leaving me wandering this dark club that’s totally a meat market for an hour all alone.
Overall though, I know it’ll take time and I am really having an amazing time here. Unfortunately, patience is not one of my virtues. Le sigh.