Everything feels strange. When I touched down at CDG aeroport, the sky was still dark. As I dazed upon the faint horizon, I wondered if I will be happy in this foreign land. At that moment, my heart cringed, all my friends' faces came into my mind, and I realised how far they are from me and how much Im already missing them.
Initially I told my friends not to send me off at the airport because I wanted to go off bravely, without a single tear, however some of them still came. Luckily they cracked a lot of lame jokes and distracted me from imagining how life will be without them. Thanks for coming, I cant say how happy to see every single one of you. Sorry I forgot to take photos with DFS colleagues & my best friend...
I have to admit, I shed some stupid tears when SQ didnt allow me to bring up my luggages in excess and some of you saw it. I wish I was more cool about it, but sometimes, I cant help feeling disappointed when things dont go as I wish. Anyhow I paid the penalty of 380 bucks and brushed the issue off. Like HP said, anything money can settle is not a problem.
That was why when I arrived, I invited my 3 and only friends in Paris who helped me tremendously to drinks & food, without controlling my spending. I wish I can do more to show how appreciative Im.
Nico picked me from CDG and helped me with my luggage. We took the Air France bus to Porte Maillot & transfered to a bus no43.
Like Matt said, it was easy to find the building being directly across the street from the Neuilly hotel de ville (city hall). The district is indeed as posh and safe as I imagined. The police station is only 30 m away and conveniently at the door, there is the "Presse" where papers were sold.
Natalie (Matt's mum) gave me my keys and invited us from breakfast at her place which was only 15 steps away from my "cabin". Her house was the most lovely french house I've ever visited. 4 levels in total. I believe their family members love reading as there are tons of books on endless bookshelfs on each level. When I climbed to the top, I was impressed by the ceiling made of see-through windows which allowed the sunshine to light up the entire living area.
The french cant live without coffee and although Im allergic to too much coffee, I took an espresso in order to prepare myself for the long day ahead.
Btw as im blogging the house cat "trisan" came to visit me. It is rather wild and looks like a tiger with it orange-brown stripes. However Ive a feeling we will get along very well. :)
Back to unpacking... will write more about the moving of furniture and 1st day in france later.
1 comment:
dear friend,
a small cabin is great. limits your storage of things....and like what you say, everything is within reach! I fell victim to over-baggage twice, once by mistake from Hong Kong and once tricked from Sydney. Paying for excess baggage hurts...ALOT!! :(
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