So in one week it seems as if France has jumped from able-to-see-your-breath-it's-so-cold winter to +20 ° celcius summer. I unwittingly spent yesterday in three-quarter leggings and as a result have a very defined tan-line about mild-calf. Will be spending today outside in bicycle shorts to remedy said situation. But I digress. On to more important issues!!
The biggest recent event in my life is that I have switched houses, and am now installed in my third (and last) family. The date of the change wasn't confirmed until about a week ago, and so I wasn't given a whole lot of time to mentally prepare for it, let alone physically!! (Meaning: procrastinating until the morning of the move to pack.) It was hard for me to "let go" of the last house; the three months I spent there were fun and they went by so so fast, I never considered the proposition of leaving until it was practically dancing naked in front of my nose.
But once I had come to grips with it, the excitement set in fast. The thrill and challenge of moving and integrating myself into a new family never gets old! My family consists of Frederic and Anne-Katherine, who are my dad- and mom-figures. I also have a host-sister, Hortense, who is in the same niveau at school as me. And then there's Pilou, the cat, and Lazzie, the pony. In the almost-24-hours I've been here I've attended my host-parents' cocktail party and I've been to the stables my host-mom and sisters ride at to meet their pony and eat lunch with the other riders.
Can I even begin to express how pumped I am about living with a cat in the house again? Let me just say that I miss my cat Rocco to DEATH, just seeing Pilou walk around the house makes me want to explode in joy, and if this exchange has taught me anything it is that, if I live to be old, I am destined to be The Cat-Lady.
Other than that: Sun. I'm going tanning.
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