When Baby Girl was born, the Husband and I decided to move to France. The obvious reasons were first financially, of course. Why else do so many Filipinos move to other countries, right?! Second, I’m half-French and so is Baby Girl. I wanted her to grow up and know the French culture first-hand. Kinda like I did many years ago. As far as I can remember, my childhood years in France were some of the best years of my life. But that might also be because my mom wasn’t sick yet. My dad used to work a lot, so it was just me and her. I’ll always be thankful for those years because that’s how I like to remember my mom.
Baby Girl has been back to school for 2 weeks now. This is the first time in a while where she isn’t the new girl anymore. Although she has never really showed us any signs of stress, I could tell that this year she was a little bit more relieved than in the past. She’s 10 years old and started CM2 (grade 5) this year. This also means this is her last first day in elementary school. Eeekk – where did time go??? 😱 I guess that’s how it feels like when you become a mom at a young age. I’m 32, so technically not-too-old (don’t you dare say anything about that. yes you!), but when I look at my ten-year old I kinda do feel old. Harhar.
Baby Girl turned 10 years old. 10 years old. I don’t know whether I want to cry or smile. Smile because somehow the Husband and I were able to make it 10 years in this challenging journey. We were just 22-23 years old when we became parents and shit-scared truthfully. And then I also want to cry. Cry because these past 10 years have flown by so quickly. Like a blink of an eye. When I think about it, 10 years from now she’ll be an adult, busy with her own adult responsibilities, living on her own … Sigh. Anyways, let’s just stop with these emotional / sentimental thoughts.
This year’s anniversary didn’t exactly go as expected. We really wanted to eat at this Senegalese restaurant in Metz, but somehow those plans didn’t pan out. Instead, we ended up having Indian food delivery at home with good friends. Don’t ask me why. When the Husband and I were in bed later that night, too tired to do anything but sleep (😴 😴 ), we couldn’t help but laugh about how our night turned out. We had a really fun night and the way the Husband sees it is that this year’s anniversary theme was sharing our love to others.
Hey everyone! I know it’s been a while but hey, I had a good excuse – we moved to a new apartment! I know, I know you might wonder what’s so complicated about that. But anyone who lives in France knows how difficult it is to find a rental place and be approved. Living in Metz is much easier than in Paris or Lyon for example, but man when our application was finally accepted and I had the keys in my hand, I felt like I had just joined a marathon! But there’s no time to breathe and relax- next is moving out and moving in – which is just another step in this whole ordeal.
There is no doubt that the city of Paris is a beautiful city rich of history and architecture. During our 4 day stay we wanted to do as much as we could, but obviously we lacked time. For most of the landmarks, we contented ourselves by seeing them from the outside. There is probably just 1-2 that we took the time to actually visit.
As promised in the previous blog post (click here for the post), the next ones will be all about our Paris trip in August 2014. I was shocked when I realized that this was our one and only time to be together in Paris. Since then, I’ve been back on my own a couple of times, with just the Husband or with just Baby Girl.
Baby Girl’s communion was probably one of the best and proudest moment I’ve experienced this year. Contrary to her baptism, where we held her in our arms as she was bathed with Holy Water, this time Baby Girl accepted the Holy Sacrament of God all on her own. And she shined!
The choice for the photographer was quite easy. Since I moved to France, I’ve had the chance to meet a couple of photographers. All of them have a regular week job, while photography is more of a passion and done on the weekend. This makes me wonder if one can live comfortably off photography in France. 🤔 🤔
Any break-up is tough. We’ve all been through them. You cry, you eat a little too much ice cream and chocolate, you get a horrible haircut, and you spend what little money you have left shopping for things you absolutely have no use for. Eventually, you tell yourself you’re an amazing person who deserves someone equally as amazing.
But what do you do when it comes to a friendship? Most cases people naturally drift away from each other. We blame life, work, or responsibilities. But let’s be honest if you let these things come in the way, then perhaps the friendship was just not worth it.