what?! Cara is blogging again?!
yeah, i know, i've been a bad, bad blogger...*hangs head in shame*
really, all is ok. i just wasn't in the blogging mood for oh, almost 3 months now. i'm not really particularly now either, but know that i need to in order to keep documenting our lives in Corsica in a more concrete way. Facebook just doesn't meet that need.
so. um, yeah. what's new?
oh! i got a new job, completely out of the blue, thanks to this blog. i am going to be a published writer! as it is thanks to this blog i'm not too sure it's appropriate of me to go blabbing the details. let's just say that i am now a travel writer, perhaps somewhat obviously, on the subject of Corsica. i will give it a think though, and perhaps later i'll share more. although i've working on my articles for a while now, today was the first time i actually ventured from the cozy confines of my home and "interviewed" someone. man, is it hard to be speaking and listening to French and trying to take notes in English at the same time. this skill will need some honing as my notes are a bit of a jumbled Franglais as you might imagine. i do feel like the two hours spent jabbering were quite well spent though. don't people say that it's all about making the right contacts?
now onto Ayva. my darling 15 month old little wonder. sometimes i just get so overwhelmed with the fierce love i feel for her. we just returned from 5 weeks in Canada and the US and it was so interesting to see her really make the transition from baby to toddler while we were there. it's an acknowledgment that does sadden me too, though. i suppose none of these grand choses will be exactly easy to watch. i was at the post office the other day and ran into a guy that has a son a few days younger than Ayva. his parting comment was that pretty soon they'll both be in school. i replied, "nooo!" but he reminded me that many people put their kids in maternelle at two years old. yeah, we'll see about that.
how can you get irritated at a face like that? plus she no longer has vampire teeth, with her two top front teeth literally poking through on the plane ride to Canada. so on the next visit to the pédiatre, he can't ask me again if she is the daughter of Dracula or if we have any Romanian blood.
Ayva and i have now been back for a week and i am must say that i was really glad to come home. it's not that i didn't enjoy our time there, because i really did, even though it was emotionally hard-hitting in a great many ways. the trip really just served as a confirmation, highlighting that our home right now really is this crazy yet calm, complex yet simple, little island.