Musings: Transitioning

This past couple of days have been the most hectic couple of days that I've experienced in my life so far. I have many many many many things that I really really really want to share, but I've decided to condense it a bit because otherwise I would've written a novella.

You know I've told you about my move to America? Well, it's happened. It's happened very quickly, in fact. It's hard to explain how I'm feeling because of the overwhelms of everything being thrown at you all at the same time, but now that I've finished my first distressing day in my new life I'll try and pluck out the strings of thoughts from the past several days. 

Day -3 of Transition

Okay, so added to the stress of stripping our house and boxing our items is packing for a last minute stupid-but-worth-it-kind of weekend trip to Paris. Of course, my sister had to book it 3 days before starting a completely new life but at least it will put us into ease especially during an agonising and stressful time. 

We travelled to Paris through the Euro Tunnel and got to our very Parisian apartment through the Paris Métro. Après, we had dinner in a local restaurant by the Eiffel Tower, where we watched it sparkle, and ate foie gras which was delishhh.

Day -2 of Transition

Once rested and ready, we had a taste of the Parisian life - travelling (in style) around the city through the Métro, walking along the beautiful quaint streets of Paris, visiting famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower, Musée du Louvre and Notre Dame and having a lovely lunch at La Chaumière where we also had foie gras.

Oh, and one little thing... If you are ever in Paris, especially near famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower, if women approach you with a clipboard then DO NOT give them any money (they are gypsy scammers and one almost stole our €50)! 

Day -1 of Transition

After getting back from Paris, we pretty much spent the day sorting everything out.

I got in touch with my friends and spent our last time together. 

Day 1 of Transition

It's a weird feeling when you hear everyone around speaking another accent, driving on the other side of the road and seeing how everything seems bigger. For some reason I felt numb - no sadness, no excitement, no happiness. Nothing. Maybe I'm still adjusting to this new life, or I'm still overwhelmed by everything that's happened and the culture shocks from Paris and now America but I really hope I'll adapt soon and feel normal again and perhaps make some new friends. 

Any American readers out there, especially ones from Orlando, or anyone who has been through a similar experience - any advice to stay sane? 

Nicole ᵔᴥᵔ