makes Jim a very dull boy.
Life has turned routine – wake up at 5:30, have coffee with Séb, from 6:00 – 7:00 read email attempting to write but never accomplishing the task, 8:30 – 18:30 is work a forever cascading avalanche of this and that, 19:00 – 10:00 eat then clean up and then pack. 10:30 – 5:30 sleep.
Moving day is coming soon, only four more days and then it all goes into a big truck. There’s so much administration but I think I have it more or less under control. Unfortunately, to look around the flat one would never know we were moving so soon.
It’ll all be over soon though, and then we’ll trade one routine in for another. Séb finishes school in June, the new flat will eventually take shape, summer is upon us and we’ll have a nice yard for BBQs.
I’m looking forward to this new routine. With school finished the hours will shift. No more getting up at 5:30, but rather, at 7:00 like the rest of the world. This means I can finally stay up past ten!
I think the hardest part will be social reintegration. It has been almost a year since we went out like normal folk. Since then people have changed, new groups have formed, changed, evolved. Lives have continued in my absence, this is normal, but now it is up to me to cut out my place in this new social fabric that I find before me. It’s slightly overwhelming to be honest. What will our new group look like? Which of the hundred telephone numbers in phone have changed, which ones will remain and which ones have moved on too far for me to catch up?
Forming or entering new groups isn’t easy, and my case is a bit particular. With a partner where English is still on the wish list, a balance must be struck between French and my mother tongue. Too much of the former forces my role as the simultaneous translator, and too much of the latter restrains my participation (My french is quite good at the moment, though I find what little humour I have doesn’t translate well 
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Ah well, I can’t complain, we are healthy, happy and far from starving which I suppose is the most important.
I am, however, looking forward to things settling. It’s is with hesitant excitement that look toward stepping back and watching this new chapter unfold.
