Hi there October,
am I the only person who doesn’t know how to use a gas stove? And is this a reason to laugh at me? Of course gas stoves exist in France. But I had never been faced to one.
And now, I found myself in my new flat, where everything is different somehow. I need to think :
a. how do I open the window?
b. how do I use the gas stove without causing damage…
c. how do I use the washing machine?
d. is this the way you turn on the shower?
Anyway, it is not a question of a cultural change, no. Here, I simply admit that I am not very handy with machines and objects. I spend twice as much time to do the simplest thing.
But still, this is fun.
Not that I don’t have any fears. Last night I had a nightmare. I was telling my best friend that I didn’t know if I was destroying myself and others with my risks:
To come to London and spend some of my last economies in order to be create in a different artistic Platform. A place that seems dynamic and welcoming.Will I be up to their expectations?
To rent a flat with two bedrooms without really affording it. Couldn’t I just start small, with a tiny room? Will I find soon the right flatmate?
Somehow it was easier to persuade a real estate agent than a group of people for a flatshare.
So here I am. With my autumn cold. Sneezing.
But still, daring to dream and cook around the clock 🙂