(Author’s Note: This text, written on the first day of my second stay in Salies, goes to show how one changes with time; two years later I am a Saliescien)
Day one in Salies and one cannot understand why one does not live in France: Continue reading
frustration
SHOULD I MOVE?
Frustration. Slow boil. Maybe I should move. Do I want to live in an apartment where I can’t hang flowers in my window? Continue reading
