tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1616037839193721089.post1161940753613365144..comments2023-04-17T12:00:28.042+02:00Comments on Carte de séjour: I've been thinking...Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023739012331035120noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1616037839193721089.post-51221076567181651422007-11-22T23:30:00.000+02:002007-11-22T23:30:00.000+02:00Oh man, it's some kind of kismet that I wound up r...Oh man, it's some kind of kismet that I wound up reading your blog today! I've been here before but now I'm definitely blogrolling you. I just watched the talk with the buddhist monk about happiness and now I've listened to the Yael Naim song and read your post about how expatriating yourself can feel like regressing, emotionally... I'm really glad you posted all these things. I had a crummy day today and was feeling short on choices in terms of what I want to do with my life, what I want in order to be really happy, all because of making the decision to stay in France... <BR/><BR/>So anyway, thanks. Sometimes I need a reminder to stop flipping out and appreciate the view, instead. And go back to yoga, tout de suite. ;)ashtanga en cevenneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02979153677859447117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1616037839193721089.post-80705218094382215092007-10-24T00:50:00.000+02:002007-10-24T00:50:00.000+02:00I totally relate to those feelings...like how can ...I totally relate to those feelings...like how can I be 27 and not know how to...fill in the blank with about a million things. <BR/><BR/>Also, I find it completely hilarious that you named your blog Carte de Sejour. Laugh out loud funny!nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04011815573691008359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1616037839193721089.post-50528724344949396392007-10-23T11:38:00.000+02:002007-10-23T11:38:00.000+02:00I'm sorry you've been feeling this way. Being an e...I'm sorry you've been feeling this way. Being an expat is a HARD process. It's taken me awhile to feel comfortable in France too. I think we all come to some point in the experience where we just say, "Fuck it". Sometimes we reach that point after too long a period of time.<BR/><BR/>Darin and I were watching the Retour des Alpages parade a few weekends ago. We were standing next to a French couple. He and I were speaking English to each other, but after he made a phone call and spoke in good French, the couple then said to each other (at a level Darin could hear) that they need to watch what they say because we (D and I) speak French. That really pissed me off. Why would they want to talk about us? We were just enjoying the parade along with them! Maybe I was being too sensitive, but why can't we all just get along?!Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16717837396686934461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1616037839193721089.post-42876860520708925312007-10-23T07:30:00.000+02:002007-10-23T07:30:00.000+02:00Don't feel bad - I spent two years here taking eve...Don't feel bad - I spent two years here taking everything personally and being miserable as a result of it! But one day, I woke up and realized that something had to change. And since it wasn't going to be France, it was going to have to be me. It took a while for me to let all of that go, but life's been a lot better since!Ksamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991667611234163617noreply@blogger.com