It is always easy to convince someone that something is in their best interests and it is equally easy to be convincing when you offer a ‘sweetener’ to the deal.
When it came to leaving France and moving to Belguim, my daughter knew I would make the right decision for us both and she handled the idea with a mature head. But in order to clinch her agreement I promised her a pet of some sort…
And as a 16 year old, a pet has to be reasonably cuddly or active so I could not get away with a gold fish nor a hamster. The decision was to either get a kitten or small puppy. After extensive research and procrastination. I finally settled on a kitten and we purchased one, it was bloody expensive, just before Christmas.
A ragdoll kitten with blue eyes and a sense of mischief, was eventually named Darcy (after our favourite male character in a couple of books, ‘Pride and Prejudice’ for me and ‘Her Royal Spyness’ for my daughter.) And who would thought of all the benefits?
Darcy has transformed our lives. He definitely relieves stress and prevents numerous arguments. Just playing with him and cuddling him (I am trying to avoid any euphemisms here!) has improved our well being. Every evening, we have a cuddly little fur ball to return home too. The cat has created such a calm and pleasurable atmosphere that I am wondering why it has taken me nearly 16 years to get one.
We are both besotted and definitely much happier in our spirits!
I have neglected this site for a very long time and someone (whom I admire and care about,) asked me why I had stopped. I did not really have an answer and truly appreciated their comments, so I am going to try again, however this time, I am a parent in Brussels.
Sadly, a teaching salary in Paris, only provided me with a live-able wage and it was getting too tough. Further to that, the boyfriend of the time felt that I took advantage of him financially. I think he had a valid point but I could not live up to his lifestyle and I had invested (emotionally and ‘what I could’ financially) but I could never match his lifestyle. It ended. Endings are always sad, and naturally, I grieved. I will always be grateful to him, he was a good person for the moment in time.
So as one does, I got the agreement of my daughter and the agreement of my school, which we both loved, and sent out my c.v. This has brought me to Brussels. Can one believe that I went from the poor 18th arrondissment to one of the smartest suburbs in Brussels and for almost the same rent I have doubled the size of my apartment and it looks onto beautiful gardens. Brussels is just an hour and a bit away from Paris.
And so whilst this blog will no longer be about the perks or quirks of single parenting in Paris. It will be about single parenting in Brussels and the search for the man I am going to grow old with.
I will say something about Paris, if you visit in the springtime or summer time; one of the best places to go is the Rodin museum, not only to see the Thinker and The Lovers (both exquisite,) but to sit down in their garden at the back and have the pleasure of quiet picnic.
I tell my students, every now then, that life is a tragicomedy and I hope my stories will offer laughter and hope for you, the reader.