Moving ...

Posted by Sean on 12 28, 2010 in C'est ma Vie | 21 comments

I will move to celebrate the last day of 2010. Heard a friend say the move in Paris is very frequent and common, but because this is the first move of this only to Paris two and a half months less than children, so I wrote this log a few memory of.

October 15, 2010, a pair off the ground a full 13 hours less than a foot on the apron of the Charles de Gaulle Airport in France a little tired but was novel, the temperature at the cold than before boarding the plane for many, their masters an equally exhausted boy, from time to time trembled with cold, I do not know really cold weather's sake, or because his head inside to unlock the nine chain complex thoughts constantly troubled. It was 6:30 am Paris time.

The boy out of the airport when the wrong channel, it told him: do everything first, followed by others, do not act alone, abandon his loner style. 20 minutes later, the boy finally out of the airport and the convergence of the same aircraft together friends in Paris, everyone's face, as well as boys, revealing a tired, confused expression, are down from the clouds look as if the face slightly distorted, you can become a big question mark.

Then, the foreign intermediary with one of them pedestrians to the southern suburbs of Paris, a student housing arrangements for stay, here is relatively primitive conditions, toilets and bathrooms are common, but the environment was safe, far from the school one hour away . We all signed the agreement in two months. The boys think: two months later I have to move away from here.

Stay the night, the boys did not shop just bought the quilt, he directly asleep. Sleep not long after, he woke up, looked at my watch in less than 2:00, a quiet surrounding. He thought the country should be less than 8:00 may be a family worried about him. Tears from his eyes and slid off the airport and parents parting scene was shocked to reproduce, but the difference is, there was no tears, only parents blessing in the eyes, and blurred eyes ...

After the day off faster than a boy of any age experience. First arrived in Paris, there are a lot of things to do, coupled with heavy school, the boys rarely have time to care for his parents and friends in the country, but today, the boys proudly said to them: "Here I am getting along very well. you do not worry, I am about to move into a new home to begin an independent life, I believe the future will be better! "

Yes, the greatest difficulty, the boy will be to overcome, he believed that if we really want, everything will not be not he; as long as his efforts, and then a bad result, he can afford. No. 31 was a turning point not only to France early end is the beginning of a new life. Here, boys, wish you: Happy New Year, we have the coming year goodbye!