Hi everyone,
Well, I say "everyone" but I wonder if anybody will ever see this.
To be honest, I don't write this blog to be read, I write it because I need to.
I'm the first one to suggest to people that they should write their thoughts and feelings in a diary. And I'm the last one to do it...
Strange isn't it?
But I'm a strange person, anyway.
What do I really want to do with this blog?
I must say, I need to write, write and write again. I need it. Even if I have nothing to say...
What should I say anyway?
Should I tell you (whoever you are) who I am? My childhood? My present life? My loves and deceptions?
Or should I simply tell my feelings, without to many details...
If you don't mind (sorry but I have to talk to somebody... I just cannot talk to myself...) I will start with the short story of my life.
My name is Alice (indeed...). I was born in August 16th 1978, in a town called Schiltigheim, in Alsace, in the east of France.
I had quite a easy childhood. A mother, a father, an elder sister. A few cats. No dogs.
(Now that I'm trying to do that, I realise how hard it is to talk about oneself... It feels really weird to talk about me like that. I feel... shy... really shy... event if I don't intend to give this adress to anybody I know, maybe people will read that and... I don't feel like giving to many details... brrrr)
Where was I?
Yes, childhood.
After highschool, I went to university and I studied communication and documentation for two years. It wasn't the most interesting thing, but by that time, I wanted to be librairian. I changed my mind since.
After graduation, I went to London for a few months. I was in charge of a 3 and a half year old boy named Elliott. He was cute, but quite difficult to take care of. Mostly because his mother had the mind of a teenager, in spite of her 35 years...
When I went back to France, I started looking for a job. It took my four months. Quite little time when you think of all the trouble that young people have to find their first job. But by that time there was a special employment contract that was called "Emploi jeune" (litterally : youth employment).
The job was to help the teachers in a school, and be in charge of the librairy.
It was very interesting, but after three and half years, I decided that it was not the kind of job I wanted to do any longer (added to the fact that my contract was for 5 years and I didn't want to end up with nothing).
So I looked for something else and finally found a new job as a receptionist in a big french bank.
This is were I met the love of my life.
I worked three years for that bank. I spent most of the first year and a half arguing and fighting with the man that I didn't know at that time was the love of my life.
We started by being friends. Then we tried to date. But as it has been a disaster, we split up and re-became friends. Then our quarrels became harder and harder, so we totally broke appart. But a few weeks later, I don't know why, maybe because we were really missing eachother, we became friends again. It lasted almost a year. We agreed that we weren"t made to be together, not as lovers.
But then, one beautiful day, in May 2004 (the 2nd), we fell in love (or were we already in love? I don't know). Anyway. We realized how beautiful our relationship was, how incredibly rare it was for two people to understand each other that much.
A few months later we were moving in together.
Then, in August 2005, Francis's company, decided that he had to move to Paris.
As I had nothing better to do, and my job was not that fabulous, I went with him.
We are still living here now. No children yet, but we (or I must say I) think a lot about it.
For the moment we have some trouble with our jobs.
When we arrived in Paris, I was a receptionist. But the first job I found, was more the one of a secretary, than a receptionist. So I used that a few months later to find a better job, a real assistant one.
Then a year later I left this one to another one, more interesting and (I thought) less stressful.
Which I left at the end of January for... nothing yet. I'm looking for my next job.
Francis had some troubles too. When we arrived, his company had nothing for him to do. So after a few months, he resigned. But they tried (and managed) to catch him up, with a big payrise. So he stayed. But last summer, as it was still a mess in his company, he finally resigned. He found something else but unfortunately, it wasn't quite better and he had to leave in the course of January.
Now he has just signed in for a new job, and we hope it will be the one. He's starting on February 18th. Until then, we have all the time we need to spend together.
I love him so much that sometimes I feel like I'm going to fall in a million pieces...
That will be all for today.
