End of January.
Birthday greetings came one after another even though I wasn’t all too happy turning a year older, jobless, and … without a degree.
How long has it been since I started this self-help journey?
October. November. December. January.
Four months pass by too quickly.
I liked seeing all my friends though. The journey feels less lonely. It was good talking about the Maison with Joey too. I didn’t know I liked it there until I heard myself.
“Happy birthday, Georgie. What do you want to do?”
“Nothing in particular.”
We ate out, my family, as per usual.
I hung out with my best friends.
We ate. We talked about a portion of each other’s lives.
I danced around the topic of “me” and before I knew it, I was back in France.