November 13th, 2009 by Anitale

which is totally fine… BUT (there is a but) on the other side that makes me sad.

I haven’t been to my mothers in 17 months. That is such a long time. That sounds like I would be a political refugee. Being banned for lifetime. It’s the 21st century. I can fly to Europe back and forth 15 times a month… if I could afford it.
I haven’t visited her in 17 months because it’s always the reason that wins when it comes to my professional life. Instead of enjoying the free time while looking for a job I stay immobile. I can’t do a step left or right, no, I am stuck on the “looking for a job” road.
The day I find a job I feel so relieved, happy to finally be able to do what I want… but wait, I am in the US! The French days of 36 holidays are gone.

FOREVER GONE!

Might sound as if I would complain - probably - but that’s just because I think it is insane to not having visited your family in 17 months.