Some of you may have noticed an apparent contradiction in these blog postings. One moment I’m pining for Blighty, its patchwork countryside and drystone walls and the next moment I’m scoffing cheese, singing the Marseillaise and saluting Sarkozy.
Is this just something which changes with my mood? Is it just me going through phases of homesickness and then enjoyment? Partially, I won’t deny that. Yet at the same time, it’s something more.
Part of me franticly misses England, Clare, my friends, family, real ales, the Mersey and an H&M with a mens’ department*; and at the exact same time, I am very content just where I am. I love my job and my free time. I love the people I’ve met. I love the food I eat and the huge pay cheque I get at the end of every month.
How can these two very conflicting emotions sit so very comfortably together? If I were to caricature this, it would be to put both Kanye West and Taylor Swift in the same room and for Taylor Swift not to be making "Imma let you finish…" jokes every time Kanye tried to speak. (If you’re puzzled by this reference, I refer you to the stuff at the end)
Surely I’m just feeling confused? But no. I’m totally at ease with it. I have realised that I can have two conflicting thoughts in my head at the same time and agree with both. In fact, it’s a misnomer to call them conflicting – they may seem antithetical to each other but they do seem to be able to stand side by side in my mind.
I love England and would gladly return there tomorrow. I love being here and am content to live here until the very last moment possible. How very odd.
*I recently discovered the strange thing that is the lack of a mens’ clothing department in the H&M store in Metz. I must have looked like a right transvestite scouting around just about every section looking for male attire.
Kanye West VS Taylor Swift
First, Kanye did this:
and then people got angry and started making these:
This is true editing mastery.