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One Semester Closer!
H E L L O E V E R Y O N E!
I’ve just finished my last exam for this semester and I am so relieved to have completed this first semester back at university. It’s been two years since I was last at school. Well, not really “at school” seeing that I spent the last two years teaching English in France. However, it was the first time in a while that I was back on the other side of the desk.
How I…
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3 Years of Travelling| [Unintenional] Vision Board
3 Years of Travelling| [Unintenional] Vision Board
I always seem to write on this blog when there is something else that I should be doing. Tonight, (this morning, idk.. it’s 1:28am) I should be working on my other blog, the “real one”, the blog I’ve been putting at least 60% of my brain towards (of that 10% of our brains that we actually use). I should also be sleeping as my mom just texted me from one room away to say. I’ve got a safety at sea…
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PCOS exhausts me -A Rant!
PCOS exhausts me -A Rant!
I have hair on my chin. No, not fine and fair baby hair. I have actually hair on my chin. And my jawline. And I could grow a beard if I wanted. PCOS a.k.a. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, a.k.a root of 50% of my problems is the bane of my existence. What is PCOS?
Well, it is a hormone imbalance that affects females during their reproductive years. You can read more about it over here. I don’t feel…
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Columbus, Seasides & Brick Walls [Normandy, France 2019] Part ONE
Columbus, Seasides & Brick Walls [Normandy, France 2019] Part ONE
It’s vacation time in France and the weather is splendid. The skies are clear and blue, the temperatures are those of spring although we’re only now getting to say goodbye to February. With my original vacation plans up in the air thanks to French bureaucracy, I cancelled them and settled in for a calm vacation in Central France. With a thick book and splendid company, I was all set for the two…
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Time: Here, Now & Nostalgia
Time: Here, Now & Nostalgia
It won’t be long before the nostalgia I feel is for the life I am currently living. For these places and faces, these conversations and streets.
Now, I think of segments of moments from the past. The good old days weren’t much better. They weren’t any more special than the present moments. They certainly weren’t all good. Yet, they are capsules of friendships, abilities, smells and adventures…
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Enough?
Vierzon DAY IDK +IDK 12/01/19 thoughts while editing:
I’ve been selling myself short.
From friendships, to guys, to teaching, to sailing, to my photography, writing, and in so many other parts of my life. Some for longer times than others but selling myself short nonetheless.
In the last twelve days, I’ve picked back up my camera, I’ve been working with a friend on a writing project, I’ve been…
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Five Years
This started as an experiment, a log, diary sort of thing, turned into a travel blog, a public place to share private emotions. It was a place where I connected with so many people whose feelings at some point or another matched mine. It was a place for my family and close friends to know things about me that I wanted to share with them but could manage to say the words. So I wrote, and I wrote,…
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Island Life: This Place Different Yuh Know? Life here is different. Different to what, I don't know but it doesn't quite make sense.
Time passes.
I am once again a student, my official title of English Language Assistant in the Academy of Strasbourg is no more. Alas, seven months has passed.
Friday was my last day of work and I celebrated with the other English teachers at both of my schools.
Time is rather abstract especially the ice of time passing. It was once said that if you want to understand the duration of nine months, ask someone who has just given birth after a full term. This text goes on to talk about other lengths of time and who understands them best.
I’d add to it, if you would like to understand the duration of seven months, talk to a language assistant in France. From October 1st (my birthday) until April 20th, I worked at two high schools in Mulhouse, France. One regular high school and one vocational high school.
I went through the period of confusion and unfamiliarity of relocating to a new place. The people I worked with progressed through the stages of excitement to work with someone new, to beginning to understand my habits as the end approached.
In the beginning, I was confused by things that I am now comfortable with. The transportation system confused me as I readjusted to life without a private vehicle. In fact, it took me five months to discover the shortest way between my two schools. (In my town the local transportation system is not linked to Google Maps).
After two and a half months of living together my housemate and I became friends. After four months I was reminded that I don’t like living out of group environments. It took three months to figure out when to pay my rent. Five to figure out that I should buy a hat while learning how to knit. It took me six months to get fed up of the local pizza. Finally, it took me seven months to meet a group of people who were the friends I’ve wanted to meet since arriving. Alas, it was my last week in Strasbourg so our relationship is limited.
If I never had an understanding for what seven months feels like, now I do. Seven months is almost, the perfect amount of time for a strange experience. There is time for novelty, then time for familiarity, and then towards the very end, the place becomes one which feels like your place, and you are no longer an outsider but a local. This has been my experience.
Seven months feels neither long nor short.
For me, these seven months were an experiment in being present. I practiced focusing on each day and each hour instead of looking forward to things in the future. This was sometimes difficult as payday was definitely something to look forward to, as were trips around Europe. Yet still, I made an effort to live through the mundane with great appreciation.
Seven months is enough time to go through a bout of depression. It’s enough time to drastically improve your body image. It is enough time to realize some peculiar traits about myself in a strange way. Seven months is enough time for someone to destroy their relationship with you and for you to leave them alone then forgive them, certainly it helps when you’ve known them since the day that they were born. Seven months is enough time to watch your friend get comfortable at her new job. It is enough time to go through three hobbies: watercolour painting, harmonica playing and finger knitting.
Perhaps the largest take about from the last seven months as ‘les temps passé’ is concerned, is this:
When we say that we ‘are spending time’ doing something or the other we are using very simple words to convey a great message. Time is a limited, non-renewable resource. Unlike crude oil, we cannot estimate when it will end for each of us. Therefore, our time is a precious commodity and as it passes, we spend it. In the same way that we spend money, only that time is much more precious.
Over the past seven months, I worked only 12 hours per week, I also had six weeks of vacation. I had quite a lot of free time, a lot of which was spent being pensive. I pondered upon many, many things. I looked deep inside of my character and met with the being residing there. There was so much time for reflection that in the last seven months, I have come full circle. However, now I am on a more intimate level of understanding than I was at the beginning of the circle. Like the rings of an onion, I am moving closer to the heart.
Alas, if you want to understand seven months, ask a language assistant.
Avec amour, bonne penses, Rushell
Les Temps Passé |TAPIF 2017/2018 Strasbourg Time passes. I am once again a student, my official title of English Language Assistant in the Academy of Strasbourg…
"... Is FEAR Itself"
“… Is FEAR Itself”
Three weeks into my first true solo overseas experience, I got held up and robbed at gun point with my housemate. It has been almost five years and more than a handful of solo trips since. Yet, the fear that found a home in me that night still hasn’t left.
It has followed me to pristine beaches.
To ancient streets in Paris.
It stayed with me as I camped in Germany’s Black Forest.
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Becoming Aware of my Bias: Caribbean- "Best in the World"
Becoming Aware of my Bias: Caribbean- “Best in the World”
Travelling teaches us different things, the same way that staying in our place of origin teachers us certain things. I am now realising the extent to which, somewhere deep inside of me, I have a bias that the Caribbean, with all of its corruption, poor excuses for self-governance and traditionalism, is the BEST place in the world. I guess I am discovering within me something that I did not…
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PHOTOBLOG: Autumn Life in France, Germany & Switzerland | TAPIF Two Months Check-In
Ça mache? Yup! That’s life these days.
Learning French, teaching English, weekends in Strasbourg, weekdays further south, day trips to Switzerland, camping trips in Germany.
I have a lot of catching up to do because of my wishes to do things miraculously. While I only work 12 hours a week, I also draft many lesson plans, swim on weekdays, cook all of my meals and aimlessly scroll through the…
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Bye University, Bonjour France!
Bye University, Bonjour France!
One great thing about attending university is the access that it provides to a plethora of opportunities, while you are a student.
The paper-society that we have constructed frustrates me. Yes, yes, the same one that I have endorsed by investing years of my life in pursuit of a degree in Communications- before that Ecology. However, in as much as I am in this environment, I’ve decided to take…
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Four Months, A Park Swing, A Being & 'That which IS'
Four Months, A Park Swing, A Being & ‘That which IS’
Early on in the vacation, I lost an old friend and sailing coach in a freak accident. This death threw me way off course and affected me a lot more than I could have expected it to. While I did not like this person at first, I then went forward to have a teenage crush on him for a number of (years)…yeah.
This death, paired with other frustrations, caused me to head outdoors into the sunshine. I…
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One Year Later |A Place to Leave My Heart Behind
One Year Later |A Place to Leave My Heart Behind
It’s 11:11! I can almost remember this time one year ago. Exactly one year ago, this was my first night in Montreal.
I had a plan but not much of one. I booked the last room, in the last hostel with space in Downtown Montreal. In addition to that, I was booked for only one night. After this night, the 1st of September, 16, there was no more room. With not enough money to pay for a lease, I’d have…
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Losing the Spark In My Eyes- Finding it Outside
As my time here wore on, I realised that I recognized myself less and less.
My general disposition to life had changed. I was a lot more cynical than I had ever been. Some days I didn’t bother to look for the hundreds of small reasons to smile.
I was frustrated with my situation and caught in a circle of being sad and overwhelmed. As more things piled on, I gave up bits of myself to the…
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