Thankful Thursday is a weekly segment that began 1/10/13—read why here.
I invite you to join me in practicing gratitude!
I'm alive, you guys! And thankful. The reason you haven't heard from me in almost three weeks is that we still don't have internet at our apartment in Palavas, France. Makes it difficult to do any blogging/emailing/etc., but I've quickly slipped into our temporary non-wifi routine. (Sometimes I wonder if I'm adaptable to a fault!)
In order to work (for my virtual job), Damien has been driving me (30 minutes in morning traffic) to his parents' house every weekday, where I use their wifi to work up in his room. When I told my coworkers this was the situation, one had a "gasp - boyfriend's parents' house!" reaction, but I actually feel really comfortable here—they're both so friendly and have been really looking out for me.
Damien does stuff online too while I work: a little job hunting, watching instructional videos to fix things on his bike, and plenty of other browsing I haven't a clue about. We've been alternating spots each day—one person gets the desk and the other the bed.
|Damien's computer on the bed|
|Me working at the desk|
Damien will also go to his grandpa's house to clean or trim branches, or be outside at his parents' house doing random tasks. Last week he was fixing a coffee maker for his friend's mom, and had tiny parts and tools spewed all across the bedroom. He's always fixing something!
Damien's mom works for a daycare (from home—more on this neat structure in a later post), and thus has three young children here every day from around 9:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. The free Beats headphones that came with my MacBook Air have been perfect for drowning out the crying! It's fun to greet the kids when we get here in the morning (around 9:30 or 10). Playing with foreign kids is such a pressure-free way to learn a language—I love it.
His mom has been making us lunch every day, which has been absolutely amazing!
It's such a treat to have a hot, home-cooked meal delivered straight to the room in the middle of the work day. The kids nap from about 1 to 4 p.m., so we eat sometime during there, when the window shades are pulled shut everywhere except Damien's room. We'll either both tip toe in darkness downstairs into the kitchen to heat up stuff in the microwave (the kids eat earlier), or if Damien has been out doing something, some days he'll magically push open the bedroom door carrying two glorious plates.
We stay until 7 or so. (Last night we were here until 8:30 though, getting home at 9 p.m.) The grocery store in the town where we're living closes at 8 p.m., so some nights we'll stop at the grocery store near Damien's parents' house before heading home because that one is open until 9 p.m. (and is way bigger).
So this has basically been my life for the past two weeks—lots of working indoors. I'm so thankful for Damien, his down-to-earth family and great friends. We are happy and healthy in Palavas!