So there.
As Denis Brogniard say is the end of the adventure for Kim and Laura.
After almost 2 years of tribulation the southern lands, we will return. Because
2 years without cheese and baguette tradition, I do not know if you located the level of renunciation and sacrifice, but there's just no longer possible. Harris bread eat again with the Philadelphia rather die. It also comes
level visa because it makes him more and we shall not stay any cost.
And then there's also this feeling of having been around, talk the talk and walk the walk. We arrived at the end of the beach. Want to start something new, personally and professionally, review those we love and we lack redécouvir Paris as a tourist, return old habits with a smile. I can not wait! Well it's not
tissite tissite, it will be for the month of July (which is who will pay 4 summers in a row? Who is it? Hint: that's me).
We'll take our tickets this weekend (we had previously the wild hope of finding a way to under $ 1200 but much pissing in a violin ...). In short, in early July so we go to France (finally after a short tour of Poland for marriage Polako-PhD student ...).
Beside, leaving Sydney was heartbreaking. This is our first home. The first place we are so happy (I mean at least me:)). Lorikeets small squeal that morning smoothies to Coogee Beach, the part-time job that leaves me to do lazy fat mat and worse especially all our friends, our family in Australia ... Argh! Just to think I have a big lump in my throat ...
Good short people, if you ever come here, do me a favor and bring you straight away. It's just ... sublime. It's impossible that you are disappointed, not that you can not find your happiness in this riot of nature, sun, not that you do not want to come back right away.
You see, I'm not even part I know I'll go back.
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