If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that I’m moving back to France for the summer at the start of May.
For people unfamiliar with my story, I used to live in France! I lived in a studio flat just outside of Paris and I loved it. I’ve always felt at home in France (language skills aside), and I moved there by myself after accepting a teaching job in the suburbs. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out as I’d hoped and I had to move back to London after my breakdown.
So what’s the deal? Why am I going back? Where am I going to?
This time, I’m going to the countryside. My awesome Grandma lives outside a tiny village in the Morbihan region of Brittany, in the North West of France. She has a cottage, dogs, allotments, an orchard and a ton of physical work for me to do. I fully expect her to put me to work mowing the grass, pulling weeds and digging potatoes. That’s kinda why I’m going.
I’ve been so bored since I got back to London. I’m still signed off work for a few months, which is endlessly frustrating. I love working. It gives me a sense of purpose, and I get a lot of my self-esteem from being employed. I have specific things to do when I wake up in the morning which I like, and I get my body moving, especially because I usually work with toddlers.
But it goes beyond that. I’ve been lacking inspiration since I moved back home, both creatively and personally. I feel like I’ve fallen into a rut that’s super hard to get out of. For whatever reason, I find it really difficult to be inspired when I live with my parents. I honestly couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s the familiarity. Maybe I feel so comfortable with my surroundings that I’ve stopped seeing the little bits of wonder in it. Whatever it is, I’ve lost my mojo since being back in London. Whenever I’m in France, I take a lot of pictures. I love my surroundings and feel constantly inspired.
So I’m going to France to move and to grow. I’m going to do some physical work and some mental healing, and roll around in the garden with the dogs until my heart sings again. I’m going to find the wonder in the every day, and hopefully, bring it back with me.
A bientôt, France.