The days pass sitting on my chair in my French apartment. The frost has begun to settle in my blood as winter takes a grip in Marseille. Edouard has a new job so I’m alone a lot more, walking around endlessly in the apartment, listening to music, drinking rum and smoking cigarettes as I write continuously on my laptop.
Ok, so I made a decision. We got accepted for a £7500 loan and I was over the moon. That meant getting a boat in February, storing it and working on it. We made the decision to move away from the Amel Kirk. Raising the €19000 seemed a world away and other options that were … Read moreThe French Diaries: Part 15. “Buying a Boat the Hard Way!”
The last time I released a blog I had just bought a ticket to England.
I’m feeling a whole maze of emotions right now as I sit by the fire and type. I feel contentment and yet I am not content. I feel peaceful and yet restless. I’m searching still but it’s different this time.
Images flew across my mind as I lay back on the bed, surrounded by pristine white walls. White sand beaches, deep blue waters, the flap of sails and the shouts of someone as they jumped in the water. I could almost feel the sun on my skin. Almost.