Bittersweet Christmas Eve

We’ve spent 4 and a half years in this house. For the past 2 months, we’ve been waiting to hear if we stayed or had to leave. The news came on the 24th: my contract isn’t renewed – and it ends on the 31st of december.

On Christmas day, I went in to work to plead for some decency, allowing us to turn around by giving us at least 2 month’s notice. We’ll see what happens.

Christmas eve 2014 was probably the worst I’ve ever had to endure. We had to announce to the kids that they wouldn’t be returning to school in January.

But I want to celebrate the joy and happiness of a Christmas with a family. We’re being given a new beginning. We’ll make of it what we can, but it will surely be great.

Where I capture a past that never happened

When I think of my hometown, it’s usually at dusk on a winter’s night; it just stopped raining, the sky is dark and the streets are glistening. I’m not sure why I’ve constructed this particular moment in my mind. Maybe because, on my way back from class, it was the only time when I truly felt alone with myself, free of the worries of home and school.
Whatever the reason, it’s something I thought I’d try and recapture when I went back to Nancy in the winter for the first time in years. So I got dropped off in the suburb next to my old high school, and made my way by bus and foot to the historical center.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t rained that day, so the streets weren’t glistening, but I did have loads of fun trying to recapture the completely artificial image that I had in my mind.