During a nice evening walk in the empty streets of Dijon, I was looking at the houses. I was not amazed by the beautiful old buildings, and didn't crack to ultimately French things. It truly starts to feel like home here. Dijon, this small town with personal character is my home. Life starts to work out here. And there is a certain rhythm of life. Like a friend here said: "I really don't mind Dijon".
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| Someone else doesn't get it either. I'm not alone. |
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| Signs of Christmas? |
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| I needed to bake. A perfect ending for a nice small holiday. I found also a nice italian who was nice enough to let me use her kitchen tools. Meet the results of a meeting with Owen the oven. |
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| Luckily the late evening busses of Dijon are quite empty.. You can always fit one oven inside! |
Pillow room is by the way the awesomest idea we've ever had. How many students can afford to have an extra room just to fill with pillows, blankets, photos and candles? Perfect place to relax and study. How can I ever live without one anymore?
December is going to be nice. Brussels with scpo, London, Paris x 3, all friends from all around Europe, Morocco, my birthday, Christmas, holidays and then as a sugar crust, 8 days in Ireland in January. Life can be good. Benefits of living in the centre of Europe.
One day by one. I will make it here. I have a glimpse of faith on that.
Gin & tonic and my closest friends around me. Good night dearest ones.





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