Dear Kitty,
once again, I can't help but feel loved. I was ill over the weekend, so couldn't make it to choir on the Sunday. At Oundle, this wouldn't have been tolerated and I'd have been punished. Here in Paris, I got a text from my choirmaster saying he was sorry to hear that I was ill, that I'd been missed by all and that he hoped I'd be better soon. I also just got an email from one of the other people in choir, Sylvie (whose daughter is in the choir), saying that she hadn't seen much of me recently, that she hoped I was well, and that she sent her love. The two older women in choir scared me when I first joined - but they're both so lovely that I can't help but adore them. I'm certainly seen as the 'baby' of the choir - but, for once, I don't mind being the youngest in the slightest.
I went for a run last night along the Seine. Paris at night is the best time to see it - lit up, it's obvious why it's called the 'City of Light'. I've practically fallen in love with the Eiffel Tower.
The Chessie that lives here feels so far away from the Frano that went to Oundle. I feel so much more grown-up, so much more independent - and so much more free. I have time to myself now, to do what I want to do. I can learn whatever I want; I can sit around and watch silly videos online; I can go to the local cafes and write - anything and everything that I've wanted to do for so many years now. I'd love to go back and meet the fourteen-year-old Fran, and tell her that, in four years, she'll be living in Paris.
I can't cook, my room's a mess, and I'm tired - but how can I not be happy here?
Also the girls arrive in less than 24 hours! I cannot wait.
Yours,
Chessie
P.S. I've got two new jobs - one teaching the violin, and the other the piano, with possible singing thrown in. Hurrah!
once again, I can't help but feel loved. I was ill over the weekend, so couldn't make it to choir on the Sunday. At Oundle, this wouldn't have been tolerated and I'd have been punished. Here in Paris, I got a text from my choirmaster saying he was sorry to hear that I was ill, that I'd been missed by all and that he hoped I'd be better soon. I also just got an email from one of the other people in choir, Sylvie (whose daughter is in the choir), saying that she hadn't seen much of me recently, that she hoped I was well, and that she sent her love. The two older women in choir scared me when I first joined - but they're both so lovely that I can't help but adore them. I'm certainly seen as the 'baby' of the choir - but, for once, I don't mind being the youngest in the slightest.
I went for a run last night along the Seine. Paris at night is the best time to see it - lit up, it's obvious why it's called the 'City of Light'. I've practically fallen in love with the Eiffel Tower.
The Chessie that lives here feels so far away from the Frano that went to Oundle. I feel so much more grown-up, so much more independent - and so much more free. I have time to myself now, to do what I want to do. I can learn whatever I want; I can sit around and watch silly videos online; I can go to the local cafes and write - anything and everything that I've wanted to do for so many years now. I'd love to go back and meet the fourteen-year-old Fran, and tell her that, in four years, she'll be living in Paris.
I can't cook, my room's a mess, and I'm tired - but how can I not be happy here?
Also the girls arrive in less than 24 hours! I cannot wait.
Yours,
Chessie
P.S. I've got two new jobs - one teaching the violin, and the other the piano, with possible singing thrown in. Hurrah!
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