Cambriolage

It means burglery.

Yeah, I was broken into early this morning. Woke up to a guy standing in my window. He ran off but when I realized he or someone else took my purse and computer I was absolutely furious. I don't care that he took my cash. My computer was the only way for me to stay in touch with family and friends, something much more dear to me than cash, and he took it away.

I'll write again when I'm not so upset.

À la Marché

I am currently sitting in a café in the Place du General de Gaulle writing on an advertisement in the Lillois version of the New Times (Direct Lille) because I left my notebook at home. An accordion player is sitting on the steps of the Théàtre du Nord. I am always going to love that. In America, all the street musicians play guitars, but so far here all I’ve seen are accordion players.
Had my first experience at a French Market today, and it was lovely. I bought two cheeses I’ve never heard of and it cost me all of 3€. Some things out here might be more expensive, but produce definitely isn’t. And thank god for Globalism; I found avacados AND cactus flowers in the market. Good to know I’m never too far from home.

One thing I keep seeing at the markets are these long, rolly grocery bags (poussette). They’re great! The Lillois use them so they wont have to walk home with arm loads of grocery bags (a feat i’ve undertaken all too many times). I think I should bring them home and market them towards college kids.

<-- OMG. Look at the wheels on this thing! This is perfect for taking up stairs! I need one.

Making the Move

I am currently on the flight to Chicago, from where I fly into France. Other than having to spend about 20 mins rearranging my luggage to avoid the grotesque excess baggage fee, things have gone by smoothly. I was able to get a cheap MP3 player for $25 which hold 1000 songs, 260 of which I have already put on should last me the entire flight. I am currently listening to Cloud Cult but I have songs by Duffy; Loreenna McKennitt and Sigur Ròs to set the mood for the long flight. I’ve managed to find myself amidst a large group of sales men (and women)/inspiration speakers, je ne sais pas. As I watch them pitching to fellow passangers I am glad I have by headphones to help keep them at bay (not to mention drowning out the woman in the window seat determined to chat with her sales friend over me and across the aisle). I hope I get a window seat in Chicago so I can watch France rise beneath the plane in the morning light.

Anxiety is finally setting in.

I am on my way to live a dream I’ve had for 12 years.

On my way

I just want people to know that I am still alive.

I have my visa and my plane ticket.

I leave on the 27th.

I'll update as soon as I get there!