Or so I hope. This past month has come and gone like a hurricane, only difference being that the wind came last. I'm still battling for my official paperwork and I believe I have given up any and all hope of every getting this plastic card. I've received letter after letter asking for more and more paperwork (some of which I was never given last year as an assistant, some of which my employer never dared to fill out). I should write a book at this point to warn all the young Americans/non-European foreigners who plan to move here, fall in love, and become a world-renowned chef after graduating from the Cordon Bleu to just stick to their job at Target and forgeddaboutit!
So let's just do that and pretend that this life abroad is all fun and games like the majority of you out there may think. This is all just a roadblock in my way after all, right Santigold?
Next up: my one and only trip outside of France this year (England and Ireland).
Sleep tight dear readers. A demain!
- La Petite Pamplemousse
- Making moves, taking chances, and enjoying what life brings me along the way.
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