Bonne Année...or...SWEET BABY JESUS IT IS 2013!

       And now back to our regularly scheduled program...or not! I've been MIA since Saturday the 29th, mostly because I reported that evening for one more week of insane nanny duty and shipped out to Fontainebleau with girl kiddos that evening. Which means, of course, that I am spending time here, as per professional obligation, until January 6th. That also means I did not get to have a normal New Year's Eve as a young twenty something should have, but instead I spent mine playing mommy.

       I got my Christmas, I got my Christmas, I had my WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS down South...

 I'm sorry if my whining about my job is bothering you all...I realize I have a lot to be grateful for: a decent income as a student to support myself, a roof over my head, food on my plate. 18 months into this game though and I am worn out.

         Just two more rounds of crazy vacation, get me to June, get me my Masters and a naturalization dossier and a way to stay in France and we are GOOD TO GOOOO!

         That said, I texted my FWB yesterday to say Happy New Year. The NY is a BIGGGG EFFING DEAL in this country. Normally you call your loved ones at midnight, but seeing as I barely had time to skype my own family, I opted for the day after. His response? (I ADORE this Frenchman like none other):

          ¨Happy New Year to you too!!! Health, happiness, success, and above all French nationality! :-P Bisous :-*¨

           ¨Haha, did you have a good evening? As for the nationality, that depends. I can't wait to see you! Bisous :-*¨

           ¨ Gourmet dinner with Y and M...I don't eat for three days anymore :) See you Sunday!¨ with an added ¨ :-*¨

           ¨ :-D so I won't buy you any Beaufort?¨ (his favorite cheese).

          ¨Hmm...I'll let you see about that :-* ¨

         In other words, I am literally just hanging on to my sanity until he arrives in Paris for two weeks on Sunday because a) I cannot wait to see him again and b) it will be the longest I've ever had him in one damn spot with me since I met him. I am giddy about that, so damn giddy.

         But alas all is up in the air. So up in the air. He should know soon about opportunities in NYC and I would be lying if I said I wouldn't consider the possibility of going there with him if we got that serious and/or we discussed it. That's a big life decision and not something I take lightly, but if I am eventually going to be forced to repatriate (which I still do not know, it depends on job offers and schooling offers and OH MY GOD my brain just wants to explode with how overwhelmed it is about all of these decisions) why not go where he might be going? Don't panic, alas, readership...I'm not one to throw in the kit and caboodle and sacrifice everything for a dude, but I wouldn't even be tentatively imagining this if I didn't think he could be worth it.

           But as the motto for SWEET BABY JESUS 2013 GOES: who the HELL knows!?

P.S. Somehow I forgot it is the season of LA GALETTE DES ROIS! (King's Cake). OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE this pastry and this country! YES!

Bonne année tout le monde!