Stir Crazy

Well I have been here 3 days in a row not leaving this village, and I am going crazy. I am at my wit’s end… I just need to get out of here and just breathe. I just feel like I am under constant scrutiny in this house, and leaving every day gives me a breather to just act how I normally would and be me! But I haven’t been able to do that for three days. I just feel like I am judged when I stay in my room, and when I leave my room with every movement I make. And I know most of it is in my head, and I am acting paranoid, but three days is too damn much. I must leave, and thank god tomorrow is Thursday, and I can.

I have stayed because of snow days, and I am getting sick of snow. It just won’t go away. It is in the process of slowly melting, so now when I walk outside in the driveway, I slip every other step in the slushy mess. I don’t have any shoes I can wear in this weather either. I don’t want to wear my new suede boots, so I usually wear my uggs, but today they soaked through and then I wore my leather boots, but I don’t wanna wear my nice shoes in this nasty slush. It is all muddy , cold, and wet here. Blehh. I am on a mission for rain boots this weekend along with leg warmers because I can wash mud off the rain boots no problem. I just need shoes that won’t stain or anything and can withstand wet/cold weather.

I finally received my health insurance stuff last night, but they sent my file back with even more problems. I sent my file initially in August when they had a problem with my birth certificates. It took until January to finally get the right birth certificate stuff they wanted, and now I have more problems. I have to get my birth certificate re-translated by a certified French translator approved by the court system, and I have now found one, and hopefully I can go to them Friday and pay/give them my documents to translate. And then I can send all the extra stuff they want, and hopefully they will be happy, so I can finally be on French health insurance. I bet there will be more problems though with my luck.

It is so hard to be a foreigner living in another country legally. I just can’t imagine this being an on-going battle for the next few years. I almost think just getting married would simplify everything a whole lot. Ha ha we will see about that, it probably won’t happen until after I have somehow decided to stay here and done it independently.

I have found a school in Nice with and Intl Business Master program that is a public University, and I am pretty sure in English. Jerome has given me a contact who has helped tremendously, but the directors of the program still won’t email me back (surprise, surprise). But that’d be great to pay like 500 euro total for a program in English that I want. I think I would like living in Nice… better weather for sure. It is so beautiful, but I don’t know anything yet. The application is not even available online yet.

The dad has not done “faire des courses” (grocery shopping) in sooo long. I have no cereal… haven’t for the past day, and this is a huge dilemma! I have no bread… there is no sandwich bread to speak of. He hasn’t even said if he is gonna go tomorrow, which he needs to tell me bc we still share my (yes I know they gave it to me) car, so I should be entitled to a heads up because my ass is planning on going to Paris tomorrow.  Whatever, I am peacing out at 9:15am tomorrow if he doesn’t tell me otherwise.

I have already started to dream what I want my mom to bring me when we reunite in Mexico. Definitely more peanut butter. The peanut butter here is too natural for me, which I know sounds degusting, but sorry, I want the fake peanut butter from a straight-up factory. I want some easy mac, but Velveeta brand. I can’t even think of the shit food I would snack on sometimes back in the USA. I did stay away from it, but now in France, I am entitled to it. Cheese-its for sure. More popcorn, it is so nice having my stockpile of American popcorn here. I want normal sized toothpaste, the toothpaste comes in smaller tubes. A big bottle of conditioner. I have a monster one I brought in August, and I am still using it. You just can’t get big sized stuff here… it is a waste really in some cases. France is all green, but I think buying in bulk is more green in some cases. Oh I want a big bottle of Curel lotion. And I want my mom to bring some of my shoes… I know my cowboy boots and small black boots. I don’t even remember my other shoes.  I am gonna have to bring a big suitcase to Mexico, so I can bring all this stuff back!