Penne Cole's thoughts on food, travel and more
It’s not every day that one gets a chance to live in the French countryside for a year. When I was accepted into the MBA programme, I leapt at the opportunity, eager to spend some time exploring Europe.
My first apartment was in the heart of town, a few minutes’ walk to campus. But it wasn’t until I moved into the ancient, pink stone house that I felt truly at home.
I was living the dream in the countryside; I had a river running past my doorstep and a private garden to savour it from. I had a beautiful room in a cheerful, sunny yellow and quaint, sloping stone floors. I had a pair of beautiful Labradors to keep me company, and a boulangerie a short walk away in the delightful old French village. Best of all, I made some amazing friends during the short year, and we had some great dinner parties.
But now, I’m at the end of my journey in France. It’s been a wonderful year of love and laughter and new friends. But it was also a year of loss and loneliness, of roller-coaster ups and downs. Nostalgia is already sinking in.
Thank you for the memories.
This post was inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic.
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