Flashback

I have a t-shirt on while it's 4° outside. The last time this was possible was some 3 years ago when I was at my parents' in Neuilly-sur-Seine. I figured I would miss that place, but it isn't quite that at all. But with everything that went on for the next years, it makes perfect sense.

I merely turned 17, an age which I were still considered a mineur, restricting me in many administrating processes. I was far from being comfortable with my French, and I felt helpless, blinded with which papers I had to have to shift status from immuned carte diplomatique holder to student annual titre de séjours. At the time, uncertainty seemed whole. I didn't know how my parents would be in their new place and how they would keep contact, or if they can at all. I questioned my decision to stay; but studies, as it is in most cases, became priority.

The search for an apartment began. We were two, and decided to rent a two piece apartment. We saw a couple of apartments before we visited the one we took. They were very small in cubic meters, inside a very antique building. Some didn't have an elevator; one was situated on the 7th floor and kitchen being the first piece to see as we enter. The floors were creaky enough to make me believe that whoever lives under would time precise my schedule. Also, there was just something about the propriétaire that gave me the shivers.

And then we found one. Situated on a calm road as a unity of buildings inside a block. We weren't facing any roads, which meant serenity. It was a new set of buildings which also means more logically situated pieces: a bit of hallway before it finally divides to 3 other pieces, the kitchen, salon, and room. And yes, it has an elevator with real doors, rather than those ancient gate-like pulls in so many apartments in Paris. I felt it was a great apartment, and just as we were already downstairs "thinking", I made this feeling very clear. Finally we went up and decided to take it. And oh, the new propriétaire is really easy going.

My parents finally left in 2004, and the first days were really tough on both my brother and me. Sure they've left us to some guardians here and there, but over the weeks that follow we learnt that they're not there to fully rely on, and that the world is turning just the same for them even when we feel ours has lost its pace.

It's funny when I look back, the things that've happened during my 4 years in Paris that I'd never have dreamed of doing before I left for it the first time. I'll miss it, and I'd like to believe some of it would miss me. Sometimes you just feel like you've contributed so much to your living that you expect life to give something in return. But in truth, even once we leave, life will continue living...Then you realise that you're actually very small.

And I Miss

I came around 15 minutes early before doing my oral presentation. I was dreaded by the weight of my brother's laptop but obviously not enough to not care about my chick mantelpiece look. I even took the effort to walk on my 7cm heels that I've worn only once before during my highschool graduation. I was to present my internship study; and I totally looked the part.

Too bad I couldn't quite say the same for the result. But I didn't even think of that until they asked me to "step outside" for 3 minutes before calling me back in. It turned out to be 5 minutes, but it was fine, because it was then that I saw 3 of my schooling comrades pass by the secretariat office. I headed for the door. Very instantly.

I greeted them enthusiastically.

"Where've you been? We miss you."
"Aww well I thought it was time to leave."
"To get away from me?" Said one.
"Honestly? Yes- hehe."
"Oooh that's Mia. Give me a wild hug, one wild hug!"

Without second thought I wrapped my arms around while trying to forget how tacky that'd look in another part of the world. I miss the school, or perhaps, however incredulous, I actually miss schooling. Before I could realise, a friend elbowed me to show that the dean is tapping on the other side of the glass door, ready to verdict me with a grade I care less and less about.