351 days left

One of the conditions for successfully accomplishing this 365 days experience was to really start from scratch. The problem is, when you rent a 172 square meters appartment in Paris (even though you’re four living there), and you don’t make a penny for a living, you have to admit you have a little head start. To play this by the book, there was but one option: move back home, and that’s what I did today.

From now on, it’s just me, a laptop and a carton of Marlboro lights rocking the Parisian suburbs in Louveciennes. Ok, I have to admit, it’s not the best thing ever. It’s hard being back home, especially when you’ve been living on your own for the past 6 years. It’s hard to be in the suburbs when you’re used to living in Paris. And it’s hard to live with your mom when you’re used to living with friends (no offence mom). But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger (or so they say), and now I have a hell of a motivation to work my ass off, because the harder I work, the sooner I should be back in Paris.

And may it be known that when I’ll be back, the city shall never endure another single not-that-awesome-night ever again. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you this, but Paris might start getting a little “dépassé” now that I’ve left (and Louveciennes just started being a place to be, or so I heard… ). Anyway, I promise a great return…