Not what you think...

After 6 days in the UK, it is safe to say I am not moving here. Thank God they sent me on a preliminary trip to see if I'd like it, because I don't. Not that it wasn't nice for a visit, but 3 to 6 months would seem unbearable! The shopping would also be amazing if everything wasn't so bloody expensive. So, for all those of you who were balling over my impending move, not to worry, I am staying at home!

UK here I come!

I am leaving you my loves... My first trip to England will start Oct 10th and end Oct 19th. A taste of things to come because then I am set to go for 3 to 6 months! An adventure I am keen on embarking. Thank God for supportive parents, sister, roomate and best friends. I can leave here knowing that everything will stay the same, that all will be taken care of and that I come back to a home. I am so excited to live another culture, although similar, so far! I do plan on snagging myself a prince and coming back with a full blown accent! I will miss you and hope everyone stays in contact... the ones that matter of course! Lots of love from the little French girl...

New Home!

So, I had all these fears about moving out and guess what, its great!! Patricia is awsome, she cooks such good food! Plus, we have both gained a wholenew wardrobe, which is key. And, its nice to have someone to come home and gossip with everyday! LOL! Living on your own is the best experience. But I would recommend to everyone to seriously save up, its good to have a cushion in the bank for all the unexpected things that come up, and they do, more then you think (ceiling leaking)! In spite of that, I love love love it!!!

Sad loss...

A childhood friend of mine passed away last week. Many of you probably know who he is: Ryan McMartin. We grew up together on Carlton Street and Beaconsfield. Wether we were at our legendary street parties or pool sleepovers, you can count on Ryan being up to something fun. He was a blast to be around and from the faces I saw today, willl surely be missed. Lisa (his sister) and my sister were the closest of friends when we were neighbors and our families shared so many great moments together. I wish them the best of luck in the time to come...

Happy Birthday Erin

On a brighter note, I would just like to inform everyone that it was my good friend Erin' s birthday today and we had a blast. I have fulfilled my scooter riding fantasy at last. I hope your day was awsome... it was so good to just chillax at Tony' s...

So-called friends...

I am very confused at where the line is being drawn these days. How long do you have to be friends with someone in order for them not to be with the ones you love. In my opinion, I would never sleep with a good friends boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I would not even do that to an aquaintance because for the most part, I treat others as I want to be treated. Recently Jen Wood, who I thought was my friend, decided to sleep (or fool around, no one can be certain) with Andrew, my recent exboyfriend who may have truly been my first love. Of course, when a guy becomes your ex-boyfriend, its free game on what they want to do with your feelings. But if there are people you should be able to count on, its your friends. Jen was there for me a couple nights after my break up, she saw my pain, but yet she can look me in the face and be with him like it meant nothing. DOES ANYONE CARE HOW THIS WOULD MAKE ME FEEL? Apparently not.

Moving Out...

Moving out is an interesting process... Moving your life from one domain to another, looking forward to the future while having to let go of the past. It is so hard to let go of something or in many cases, people that have just always been there. Things you can rely on, people who you know will always be there for you but it won't be the same. I am so nervous to live on my own, to live with a new person, TO ADAPT. Will I be good? Will I fail? With big risks come big rewards, but at what cost? We can just hope it all works out for the best...