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Still between worlds

So, I have returned to Paris. This time feels different, since I took a one-way ticket. New York now recedes into the background and the reality of being in Paris takes on a more concrete form. It all feels a bit more real, a bit more mundane.

I continue to work to find my "place" here. I joined a French amateur choir here. For the first time in 20 years, I am singing, which would seem to be fairly important. It hasn't hit me that way yet. We will see, but I am enjoying it. I am looking for work more strenuously. I had a good interview and will have a second interview. I spoke to my financial advisor and if I don't find work, I still should be OK financially. Nice to hear.

It does seem a bit more monumental this time, as my home base is now Paris, not NYC. It does put more pressure on me (of course this is just me doing this to myself). Needing to find friends, something to do with my days. Up until now, it did not seem important, but now, it suddenly does. Of course, it is the holidays, which stymies the efforts again. I am very determined though to make this work. My love for Helmut is there which is a great anchor, but I have to have more.

I brought all my quilting materials and sewing machine. I am in the middle of working on a quilt with 40,000 one inch squares. A pixellated image of Central Park. I can now work on this here. Happily there is quilt shop right around the corner, so I can get supplies there. I think this will help also to ground me and get me working in the right direction.

I press on and will succeed here. Just getting my bearings now. I have a lot going for me and a lot to be thankful for.


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