The secret excitement of chores

Why is it that even the most hated chore can be enjoyable when it's your own place you're cleaning? Washing dishes suddenly becomes fun when they are your own dishes in the sink. The floor is dirty? I can use my broom to sweep! One spot on the table? Let me pull out all my cleaning supplies to clean it off!

Real life full speed ahead

With my apartment keys in one hand and my suitcase in the other I walk head first into real life adulthood. With it comes bills, check books, and a whole lot of head aches. 

And last night was my first night sleeping in my new room. Scary, empty house all alone...

But nothing that a meal with your own dishes and a shower can't fix. 

You know what? Maybe growing up isn't so bad. 

1st month finished already??

Time is flying by so fast I can barely keep up.

It has been a full month to the day since my return to this country and I'm still not use to everything...
I am still surprised to hear English everywhere I go. You may think, well yeah, Ashley, of course English is spoken here. But to my brain when I hear conversations I think that they would be in French.

Adrienne asked me the other day, "So, you know how there's the English side and the French side on boxes? Well, when you pick up a box what side do you read?" The plus side of knowing the two languages in the bilingual country is you read whatever side is facing you.
I have found it very annoying though when they have a sentence in English and then the exact same thing in French and then something else in English and then in French again, because like that, I read everything twice.

Also, what is with Canadian French?? I was listening to the French radio station the other day and I could barely understand it. Everything is pronounced differently and said in a different way that we just don't say over in France.

I keep seeing complete strangers here and my brain does this cute little trick where it makes me think its one of my friends from France. I then proceed to have this mini freakout where I think I'm in France. It quickly passes though and I'm left with nostalgia.