We’ve been back from Paris for over a month, and life in Vancouver has gone on, as it always does, as if we never left – my day job is alternately fascinating and infuriating; manageable and unbearable. When I’m not working, I’m blogging or trying, probably not as hard as I really should be, to finish my second book, already, and still trying to fit in normal everyday things like making sure the dishes get washed often enough that we don’t run out of clean ones, trying to keep my apartment from descending into total cluttered chaos and maybe, if I’m lucky, actually seeing my friends on occasion. It’s hard to miss Paris, when I scarcely have time to remember it exists, and yet I still do – the feeling comes on slowly at first, but by the time I am sitting here, typing this post, I have already spent at least two evenings browsing Parisian apartments for a potential next trip that, although the dates are not yet set, can’t come fast enough for me. In the meantime, spring has come to Vancouver and even I am a little tired of seeing my grey winter coat, but I suspect I’ll have one or two more occasions to wear it before it is fully retired for the season – spring is fickle like that. But it will never look as good as it does in Paris… somehow, nothing does.
Ça fait plus d’un mois depuis notre retour de Paris, et la vie à Vancouver continue, comme ça continue toujours, comme si nous n’étions jamais partie – mon boulot est tour à tour fascinant et exaspérant; gérable et insupportable. Quand je ne bosse pas, je travaille mon blog et j’essaye, parfois sans conviction, d’achever ma deuxième roman et je fais un effort afin d’accomplir quelques taches quotidiennes tel laver la vaisselle, assurer que notre appartement reste au moins semi-propre et, si j’ai de la chance, voir mes amis de temps en temps. C’est difficile de reconnaitre que Paris me manque, étant donné que j’ai quasiment pas le temps de me rappeler de son existence, mais elle me manque quand même – le sentiment me reviens lentement, mais il me reprend toujours de la même manière. Je viens de passer deux soirées à chercher un appartement pour notre prochain séjour à la capitale, bien que ce séjour n’a pas encore une date prévue. Entretemps, le printemps est arrivé à Vancouver et je commence à me lasser de mon manteau gris, mais j’attends le mettre encore quelques fois de plus – le printemps est capricieux. Mais mon pauvre manteau ne sera jamais aussi beau qu’il était à Paris… rien ne l’est, malheureusement.
Cee Fardoe is a thirty-something Canadian blogger who splits her time between Winnipeg and Paris. She is a voracious reader, avid tea-drinker, insatiable wanderer and fashion lover who prefers to dress in black, white and gray.
