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Because I usually am in Vino ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In 2009, I gave up my studies as a medievalist and musician, left my home, my family, my life and moved to Provence in southern France for a guy. In 2012, I moved away from him to study wine. Today, I'm a vagabond sommelier working in Paris at one of the oldest and most famous restaurants in the world, struggling to find some purpose to what I deem the rest of my life. I'm still married and after 8 10 years, I'm still trying to fit-in with French life and culture and to understand why the French are the way they are. Because they're weird in a different way that I think Americans are weird. Perhaps it's me who's weird. |
| Today is a beautiful spring day in Provence. The sun is just warm enough, there is a perfect cooling breeze coming down the Rhone. The sky is blue and cloudless. It is a perfect day for a long afternoon run out in the fields behind the city. But what am I doing? Sitting in my apartment. Like a good confinement baby. I know that it's beautiful out because I went out briefly to buy a few groceries that my husband and I needed to help us get through the week, which basically means cheese. I wanted to buy flour but there was none to be found still. Incredible. I know that bread is a huge food staple here in France and I know that a family of four might go through two to four baguettes a day, but people must be baking bread at an incredible rate if everytime I go to the store there is no flour. My husband has been able to get some at the larger supermarket when he goes on Mondays but apparently it's a struggle there too. I am making brioche and waiting for the dough to rise (hopefully). I wanted to make some more bread. We don't eat all that much of it, and I still have flour, but was planning on also making fresh ravioli tomorrow which will use most of what I have left. It's not that big of a deal but kind of annoying. Maybe I should out of some local mill will deliver rice flour in massive sacks. It'll be weird but at least we'll have bread. And there's got to be some place that makes rice flour, we live in the land of rice (outside of Asia). Anyway, after putting out a few work fires, I'm totally lost in what I wanted to write about here. Julien started freaking out about the restaurant and the staff and sent me a bunch of messages and emails and it's totally distracted me from this entry. So I'll just stop here. It's a nice day and I sat outside with the cats. That was probably the gist of it. |
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I think it's awesome that you're using that negative experience to get creative. It's hard not to just wallow when those things happen. I use a paper journal for most of my actual coping process too, but I do share bits and pieces on WDC as well.
Might try a short story a day instead. Stay safe. 
