Further Proof of (Non-)Adjustment

I have been cleaning the shit out of this place. (It doesn’t stop the ants.) I’ve swept, I’ve mopped, I’ve replaced soaps and sponges and rags, and I’ve cleaned every dish in the house.

I spent an hour tackling the refrigerator. Still not as clean as my fridge in Paris, and nothing remotely close to something my mother would use, but it’s mold- and dead-ant free. And that’s a start.

By the way, I keep all my food products in the fridge…including my cornflakes, which I’ve thus far avoided eating for fear of soymilk. But it’s the only milk available in Aurvoille.

And I almost cried because this morning’s shower was so cold. (Although it finally works!)

And I haven’t worn jeans or heels in almost two months and it’s starting to wreak havoc on my mental state.


Ok, ok, I’m still an American Francophile at heart.