November 17, 2009

NANTES

I have Francesick today. Actually, I have Nantessick. 

I miss little Daphné who wants to be my sister. I miss that everyone cross the road anytime (drivers are sooo patient!). I miss eating  crêpes and drinking kir with some awesome couchsurfers in Trentemoult. I miss losing around and getting expert in asking for a right way. I miss sitting on the steps of Musée des Beaux Arts and enjoying the sun. I miss eating far breton in the park.


Il me manque regarder le manège dans l'Ile de Nantes.

I miss sitting on the grass near University of Medicine and  watching the sunset. I miss that everyone was so easy-going and friendly. I really miss those 5 days. It was perfect.

 

 

November 15, 2009

BOOKS ARE NOT DEAD





CAN you imagine a life without books?
No dramas, no love stories, no adventures, no beautiful pics of Magritte's masterpieces, no stories about personal legend, no trips in year 2500 B.C., no poems about beautiful women. NO DREAMS.

I spent my whole childhood and adolescence reading books. Sometimes I couldn't wait for school to finish that I could go home and continue reading. Everyone was thinking I was shy, calm, asocial, a bookworm who didn't like playing with babies. 
Maybe I was shy, but I was bored and babies sucked (Barbies were much more fun!).
I enjoyed the fact I could be any person in the world while reading. A famous ballet dancer in Moscow, a femme fatale actress with many lovers in Rome, a bohemian painter in Paris, a high society party animal in NYC ... I was dreaming about where am I going to live, what am I going to become and which cities am I going to visit.




Now I am a young adult, I travel, I study what I like and I'm doing things my way. And I'm still dreaming. If I didn't, I'm sure now I would be working in a small office, bored, with two kids and an alcoholic husband, desperately thinking about what to cook for lunch. 

So keep on dreaming, no one can stop you, and have courage to live your dream.

November 8, 2009

DRIVING


"To sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested..."


  I like driving. I actually prefer being driven but this is not important now. For me, driving means being able to escape. I don't count how many times feeling anxious I picked up my high heels, lipstick and keys, shot the door, put some loud music and drove somewhere. Just for fun or, mostly, to run away.

  This summer I've been in France and it was the best summer of my life. It wasn't planed, but I've already found out that spontaneous trips are simply the best. I ran away because I was sick and tired of my life in that time. Too many argues, too many lies, too many people who wanted to change me. I couldn't drive on that way anymore.

  On my last day in Paris I went to Jardin des Tuileries, the sun was shining and everything was perfect and I had a big cry. I didn't want to go back. I was afraid everything is going to be the same. 

  What I didn't expect is that I changed so much. So now they call me an egoist

I don't care. I'm starting to live MY LIFE.

(My first project at university)