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Friday 8.11.02 | Bizarro few days if ever there were any. Currently sitting this writing on home computer in Harrow having got a -very- late flight on Wedesday and come straight to Gower Street to drop in on Claire for a surprise. It's been cold, wet, rainy, noisy, polluted, expensive and just generally rude, and I have loved every minute of it. If I have learnt something in the last few days, it's where my home is. And it ain't in Nice (and it ain't very nice either, I concede, but it's perfect.) This plan was first born on Sunday, when I realised that I just *really* needed to go home and see more friendly faces than the eight or so I have in Nice, be rained on, get cold, that sort of thing. Reason for not putting it on here was that it was a surprise for Claire too, which all fell together very well indeed. Flight was actually late on Wednesday night, but got a lift to central London from a very kind random French who, luckily, wasn't an axe-wiedling psycho - he obviously thought the same about me because he wants me to babysit his kids when they all come to France. So got to Gower Street about 1.20am and went and woke Claire and dragged her out on a two-hour walk down to and along the river; breathing in London for the first time in too long was just like seeing a long-missed love - call me soppy, I don't care - and I kept realising over and over again that I spectacularly overestimated myself when I first went to France. I just presumed I wasn't going to be at all homesick and everthing was just going to fall together. It is, but I am homesick, primarily for, well, my home. Anyway, saw lots of people and caught up on all the gossip which was great. Must have walked about 25 miles (no exaggeration) in the last two days; mainly with Claire, but Rob and I did a bit of a marathon down to Tower Bridge and back earlier too, all much enjoyed. Got a bit pissed last night in Soho with Claire and Mark and stuffed self full of all sorts of crappy food which you can't get in France. So now I am feeling rather churned up. It's been an amazing two days - brutally short and yet unendingly sweet - which I needed more than anything. I don't want to go back to France, most of all not back to my bloody job. But I know that it's really a good idea in the long-run, it'll go ridiculously quickly and when I sit and read this with a large glass of port and Christmas carols faintly playing in the background in six weeks, I'll feel good. I like France, I don't love it. I'm looking forward to leaving yet I am enjoying my time there. I'm looking forward to having my life back. Tuesday 12.11.02 Sorry for silence, feeling better now. Actually felt much better as soon as had landed, but decided to quit job as it's shitty. Not only was it boring as SHIT (there are only so many jumpers you can fold before you go stir-crazy) but they're all about the hard sell and I'm just not. Especially in French. Shame because it paid my spending money and was good for my French, but I realised that it was actually getting me down, working there, so it was time to do something else. So the hunt for a job is back on, but will be easier becase I have my FECKING residence permit this time. Apart from that, nothing major happening; must do something about Christmas shopping quite soon I suppose. God that's come round quickly...
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