four years ago, I started a blog, a type of journal, in a dialogical style. I was persecuted by a hideous wannabee boss, and I was in and out of contracts in Paris.
Four years after, I moved to London, and although I am on a part-time job, a lot of things have been accomplished.
Already, four-year blogging is a reason to celebrate in itself!
One book published (in my mother tongue), new friends,
one or two love affairs that didn’t flourish and
Where to, now “April”?
Initially, I was to write for three months and see if my life would be transformed.
After four years, I feel more assertive and empowered, although, for some things, I might feel at a loss.
When an old wound is touched, I still feel vulnerable, and it hurts.
I need to decide if my job hunt is going to take me even further, geographically speaking.
And where is the best spot to pursue my dreams further.
This trailer somehow expresses my state of mind 😉