Posts Tagged ‘2013’

So Long, 2013

Tuesday, December 31st, 2013

This is going to be a short entry as I have a train to catch. I am off to Sheffield to celebrate the arrive of 2014 with my brother and his girlfriend. I am crashing their celebrations as the New Year snuck up on me and other plans didn’t come into fruition – lucky them!

Normally at this time I would write a long reflection on the year that has passed and then plans for the year ahead. Sometimes this is a good idea, other times not so much and I end up questioning my logic for choosing an unfocused life country hopping and ignoring career paths. Today would most likely result in the latter so I am going to simply focus on five positive points for 2013. Ready?

  1. I moved country. That’s a biggie.
  2. I ran a marathon. Again, not bad.
  3. I met new people, made new friends and started a brand new life as a northerner.
  4. I got a job (wow.)
  5. I had fun while doing all of the above.

Who knows what will happen in 2014? No one except magical future seeing people and I’m not even sure they know the details. All I know is that it is another year filled with opportunity for great adventure, new friends, and moments of pure craziness.

Happy New Year, my friends.

How Ugly is Ugly?

Tuesday, April 16th, 2013

Very ugly.



Just in case you wanted to see in detail the hideousness of the medal that I ran 42km for.

The End, My Friend, The End.

Monday, December 31st, 2012

I am currently sitting on the couch in my brother’s apartment in Sheffield with a rug over my legs and it has just dawned on me that in three hours it will be the last day of 2012. You may have noticed that I enjoy a good reflection and feel that the last day of the year is probably a very good time to do one. So here we go, chaps! My thoughts on the past year.

It has certainly been a ride – this time last year I was uncertain as to whether or not I would be allowed to return to France for a year and I was preparing myself for a flight to Australia to prove my visa-worthiness. It worked and I have spent 2012 living in one of the greatest cities in the world. I still love Paris and the past few days in Sheffield have reminded me of some of the things I really, really love about living in France. Great food, cheap wine, a massive variety of shops and things to see and do. It has also reminded me of some of the bad things – grumpy Parisians, smelly streets, dirt, dirt and more dirt. I think Paris will remain as the city my heart does back-flips for but you can’t spend your entire life jumping backwards. Time to move forwards.

This year was tough as I had to deal with breaking up with my boyfriend and learning to live on my own again. As much as it sucked at the time, it was definitely a good decision and life as a single female in Paris isn’t so bad. Although I can say that French men are shorter, weaker (I prefer the word ‘pathetic’) and generally more feminine than me so it has become very apparent that I will never marry a Frenchman. Of course I still have two months and I continue to be willing to marry for a passport…

I have spent this year building up my skills and knowledge of the craft world and feel that I have developed a much better understanding of how to gouge linoleum. Next year I hope to push this further and increase my output and hopefully income significantly. I have also written a LOT which is nice – nothing has come of it yet but one day… one day.

This year I travelled to Australia twice, England four times plus Spain, Italy, and Holland. I also took a writing course, went to a Parisian wedding, and made some awesome new friends. I ate over 200 different cakes. Yep. I sure did. And I didn’t get fat. I also ran the furthest I have ever run in my life (30 kilometres) and committed myself to running even further next year. That was probably the biggest mistake of 2012 but we shall wait and see how that pans out.

I guess that leads me to next year and my big plans for 2013. So far I have no idea what the year will hold for me as I don’t know what country I will be living in as of March. I am surprising myself but not being completely freaked out about this fact – I haven’t even made myself sick over it. IT’S A MIRACLE! I’m sure it will come soon, but I am currently ok with the idea of most likely moving to England. Manchester, to be more specific. That is my current thought – it might change tomorrow. What I do know is that next year I will be leaving France which is sad but I think well timed. I will be returning in April, however, to run 42 kilometres like a crazy lady in the Paris marathon. If that doesn’t kill me, I also plan on publishing a book. Yes, there we are, I have said it. Now that I have put it out in the public forum for everyone to tease and point fingers at me if I fail, I have to do it. Or at least try really, really hard. I have spent the last two years explaining to people that my reason for living in Paris is ‘because I am writing a book’. This hasn’t been a complete lie – just an extension of the truth. I have certainly be writing but it is in no way a book. More just general musings. Now the time has come to put my head down and get cracking. Mostly because my second novel, My Life in Manchester, needs to start being written and I can’t have two books on the go at once.

Ok, enough rambling. A very happy, safe and exciting New Year to everyone. May 2013 be full of fun times, great adventures, belly-laughs and a hell of a lot of cake!

Starting 2013 with a BANG! That's a volcano on my head, in case you were wondering.

Starting 2013 with a BANG! That’s a volcano on my head, in case you were wondering.

Run, Rabbit. Run, Rabbit. Run. Run. Run.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

For about a year I have been contemplating the idea of running the Paris Marathon. My running buddy, Becky, completed it last year and it was an amazing feat of inspiration and general pain. My cousin, Kate, ran the Queensland marathon earlier this year – again, pain. So I had been toying with the idea that maybe it was my turn. Then I saw how much it cost to run. Depending on how slow you were to sign up, the cost for putting yourself through torture and potentially dying was around the 100Euro mark. That seemed quite ridiculous and I think the organisers should pay the competitors to take part. Without runners, there is no marathon and no agony.

I briefly mentioned my horror of the price on Facebook and was overwhelmed by the number of people who encouraged me to sign up and who said they’d help pay for the cost of seeing me curl into a ball of ow. Such caring friends I have. I decided to hold off for a while because I am very good at thinking about things for long enough that a deadline passes and I can no longer do it and therefore don’t have to make the decision. Unfortunately, I then discovered a mysterious deposit in my bank account entitled “Paris Marathon”. I don’t know who sent it (although I have my suspicions) and the description of the deposit makes it pretty clear that this money isn’t just for a new pair of shoes.

So I have signed up. On 7 April 2013, I am going to die. Or at least my legs are going to fall off and I will never walk again. BUT hopefully that will be because I have run 42km and crossed the finish line. I am reasonably confident that I can make the distance, but I have heard of this thing called “THE WALL” that I am a little bit nervous about. The longest I have run is 30km and that was seriously boring and another 12km on top of that is quite unfathomable. But it’s a challenge and we all need challenges, right?