Once upon a time...

I should write a post about a woman named Shelly who has a blog right here on Blogger. But I think you should check out her blog for yourself because I could not possibly do her justice.

Some of you might know that I spent almost a year, between high school and University, as an au pair in the small town of Saint-Rémy-lès-Chevreuse (just outside of Paris), France. I lived with a British family, looking after two children, Eloïse and Sebastian. It was the best year of my life. The kids were... well, little devils, in the beginning, but I think I became more of a friend than an au pair in the end. One day not long before I left, one of them said "Anne is funny" and giggled a bit...

It was a nightmare in the beginning, but when they knew they had to respect me, and that I wanted to have fun, just like them, things went great. Children and animals are easy when the parents/owners aren't around. I can be myself and people tend to love me when I am myself. Being happy is what it's all about, isn't it? When you're happy, you sort of.... radiate something. The first two of the last four weeks I was there, I was falling in love; the third week I was broken hearted and by the fourth, I was starting to realize how much I was going to miss everybody.

Children do something to you, and although I've never wanted any myself, I've always thought I'd end up having 3 or 4. I think love, as in finding someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, is more important, but I also realize that this is just my opinion. Finding that guy... I don't know if that will ever happen, but I don't want a family unless I find him. And I don't even know if he exists. But I do know that I already miss Seb and Eli, and I promise I'll come visit you my sweeties, even if it will cost me the last of my student loan.

I want to say 'Thank you' to Shelly and her blog (no I am most certainly NOT over-doing it with the URLs). It's taught me just a little bit more about life. It's reminded me of some things I do not want to forget. And it's showed me that gummy bugs can be scary. Thank you, Shelly. And once again, all the best.