The arrival
It took some seven hours to go from my home in Western France to Ipswich in East Anglia. Seven hours, three trains, and two subways later, I was walking down St Peter's St all the way to my new house.
It is in many ways the beginning of a new adventure: new place, new "terms and conditions", new job - the first official one - new friends, and old ones as well. And above all, it is the end of an era, a golden one too: a student, I am no longer. I graduated some ten days ago in the gourmet capital city of France, Lyon. No more exams to study for, no more projects to turn in...
I'm hoping to keep track of whatever pops up in Ipswich, of our still very studentlike life, of those who come and go... Hopefully, in a couple years' time, this blog will have grown to a full-blown account of everyday life, somewhat witty and shall I dare say interesting?
