Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Time's Running Out for Me

As April looms into view, I've been keeping a close watch on the two dates that only mean death and doom for me.


April 6th: My 24th Birthday.


This will be the day when I will officially kiss my early 20s good-bye and I still have yet to be blind drunk enough to go out for a midnight kebab run. This is surely an issue that my Teaching Assistant friends will be glad to help rectify.


In one year after this day, I will have lived a quarter of a century. I probably still won't have a stable job and thus further convince the people closest to me that my English Literature degree was a waste of time and money. Shocking, isn't it?



April 15th: THE LAST DAY to file any "stay longer in France" paperwork with the Préfecture.


This is the day that keeps me up at night with worry. This is the day that breathes down my neck, taunting me with the idea that my time in Dijon taking walks around Lac Kir will quickly come to an end. This is THE DAY that tells me my life of cheese eating and wine drinking will soon be over.


I've lost nearly all hope in finding a job over here and I can't express how sad this makes me. If, by some miracle, I do end up with a dream-job in France, I will be eternally grateful to the heavens above. I have not imagined my future and my life outside of this country.


Maybe I should go back to being a mail-order bride? At this point, marriage seems to be the only immediate solution to keep me longer over here. The only positive thing that I can say about this is the fact that I am at least not madly in love with a handsome Frenchman. The heartbreak of leaving someone behind would only make the situation even sentimentally worse.



Yet...I remain hopeful. Thanks to Spring and sunshine, I've been genuinely happier. As a Miamian, I miss out on the wonder of seeing trees renew with emerald leaves and flowers burst into view.








Yes. Life isn't so bad after all.

Barb the French Bean

10 comments:

  1. Kissing your early 20s goodbye? KISSING YOUR EARLY TWENTIES GOODBYE!? I *hope* you ain't lookin' for sympathy, girl. SOME of us turn 35 this year.

    In all seriousness, though, 25 was a hard one for me. For some reason when I was a kid that was my magic 'grownup' age when I thought my whole life would be figured out. HA!

    You're MILES beyond where I was at that age. :)

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  2. Have you considered working somewhere OTHER than Dijon? One of the most common advice you'll hear in a job hunt is to be prepared/willing to move.

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  3. I have to agree with Tricia. At 25 I thought I was immortal. At 28 I realized I wasn't. I got married. hehe

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  4. For a variety of reasons, I can barely remember 25. Try to stay positive, things generally turn out for the best.

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  5. Tricia: Heh. I'm not trying to gain sympathy for kissing my early 20s good-bye...just compassion over the fact that I have yet to be drunk. :-P

    Random Rambler: I've been applying for jobs outside of Dijon as well, as in the larger French cities...

    Psycho Babbling Basher and Fizzee: We'll see how things turn out in the future. ^.^

    -Barb

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  6. I wonder if there are any American jobs based in France you could try for...maybe as a French diplomat? Or, you know, any company that has a base in Europe...

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  7. Leaving your early 20s always seems like a big one. Trust me, by the time you get to 30 you don't care any more... or is that just the senile dementia.

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  8. Good luck, French Bean. I envy you for getting to be in France, do continue to look at the bright side of things.

    Lovely photography. :)

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  9. Random Rambler: Those jobs tend to require "higher" demands. I sent a few letters to publishing companies in Paris to no avail...

    Stu: I'd prefer to think of it as confidence rather than apathy and dementia. ;-)

    Sotapop: Haven't seen you in a while! And thanks, ma chère.

    -Barb

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