Sorry for the late post - it took me a month to get my head around a topic that I would have liked to write about. Since last year, a lot has been said about women and what we have to go through in our every day life: harassment, sexism, disparity, unfair treatment and so on. There are countless ways in which our quality of life is affected negatively by our sex. Just have a look around, in the streets, workplaces and even just by our health.
When I left England in December, I was totally exhausted, disoriented, paralyzed by my anxiety. I had the feeling that the slightest obstacle was insurmountable, and I entered a spiral in which I created my own anxiety just by imagining it overwhelm me.
Then I came back to France, I needed peace, my family, my childhood room and my friends back home. I'm not fond of Christmas time, I admit not to be sensitive to these festivities, nor to the magic of Christmas, even if meeting some extended family members is still (sometimes) pleasant.
After almost 7 months in England, I finally feel at home.
It was the conclusion with which I had dreamed to finish the year.
My first months abroad were mixed in a flood of unclear feelings. The arrival in a university system different from all that I had known until then was a challenge, which I managed to overcome thanks to the cocoon created by the centre for journalism.
When I had to choose a topic for this blog post, I had to think about a subject on which I had things to say. Life has given me the chance to study here in England for the next three years. I will tell you my first impressions, as a French expatriate.