Gone

I have been in Paris for 4 days now.

The week was a little agitated. The afternoon before I left, I received a phone call from a potential employer asking me to come visit their company. It is located about 2 hours and a half from Hamilton, and it was too late for them to wait for me to come that day. I told them I was leaving the country the next day, that I tried to postpone my ticket, but it would be much much cheaper for me to just fly back even next week... Which I offered to do of course.
I haven't heard anything from them since, which is probably not a good sign.
Anyway that kept me anxious as I was trying hard to keep packing. It really looked like a great job... We'll see

The trip went well. We woke up at 5am, which was the time we were supposed to leave for the airport. I realized a new PR getting ready in less than 7 minutes. Who can beat that?
Oggy drove a little faster than he should have and got me at the airport by 6am, in time to check in with no rush.
So there I went. It was hard to say goodbye, even just for a few weeks.
Then things went smoothly except maybe for the 2 kids who couldn't stop kicking my seat during the overnight flight. But I got both my huge bag and my skis, I was barely late at the arrival, and I had my personal driver Milouze ready to pick me up.

It's funny how I didn't imagine I would feel depressed coming to Paris. Probably because I didn't want to be here now, with no real idea of where I will go next. Or because of the sad circumstances that make this country now forever different to me.
But I have to keep moving. A lot of things to take care of, and also I have to try to enjoy this forced exile and to find a way to come back to my new home.