...Now what?

I need a job.

Not only because I desperately need money, but because I haven’t been idle this long for… well… years. I’m bored. How one can be bored in such an amazing place shocks even me – but I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m all alone, in a big house, with no euros to spend, and my French is not improving (mostly because there’s no one around to practice with). Finding a job would provide me with friends and people avec qui je parlerai un peu de français. Yep, it’s time for me to really start looking.

I wonder if staying at the beach house by myself at night will be as creepy as this…