This is Grenoble, a big city in south France. It's full of mountain, wind, student and people with a alcohol problem. My school is rated the second in letter studies, so it's a kind of chance for me to be here. I didn't knew it when I first arrived. I came here for boy first, worst decision of my life. Never move for someone who want you there to prevent his cheating, never move for a prick. Someone should have told me this, like a good friend between two glasses, shacking me to wake me up. Still, I spend two years in miserables schools, first art then law ( what an idea ). I didn't like this, but if I went I was loosing my boyfriend. Eventually came a day when I broke up, finally learning self respect. Well, he wanted to go either, I just anticipated to make it a win to me. It helped me begin something new, it helped me find a way where I meant to do good. So here i was, alone, a little broke but ready to make a fresh start. So I did. And, after all this lost years since I first graduate, I started studies I like. I'm in my third year now, I go in master next year. But here the point : I love my city, I have friends here, a companion, a crazy cute little flat, and I've been here for almost six years now. But I'm not here to stay. The more I'm here, the more I realise I don't belong. I'm not okay in the crowd, I'm not okay in the street, I miss nature and sea. I want to go in Ireland and finally settle. I want to have a lost house in the wood, lots of animals and wine and live happily ever after. This is my happy ending. I don't want crazy adventure, long journey and travel. I like to see more of the world sometime, but just have have a little bite of it and whatch it grows is enough. The thing is I don't want to live to return, if I live I will never come back. All I'm doing today will help me reach this purpose. I'm in long studies, and I don't know what I want to do after, but I know that whatever it is it will be just what I need to make me dream come true.
Le paradoxe c'est que l'on ne peux partir sans revenir, comme l'on ne peux rêver sans se réveiller. Le désir est la, pourtant, d'embrasser, de se lier de temps et de sentiment au lieu que l'on aime. Mais aussi tôt qu'arrive l'apaisement arrive la peur, l'angoisse que la terre s'ouvre sous nos pas, que quelque chose nous tire du rêve. Alors on retourne au quotidien, à la morosité, on la retourne, on l'examine, on la démonte pièce par pièce et on lui donne tout, jusqu'à ce qu'elle en soit repue de nous et qu'enfin elle nous laisse rêver.