I think it was Lille who told me, after she had moved to the US, that whether what was happening to her in her adopted country was good or bad, it was all new, therefore always interesting, often even exciting. I had just moved here, too, and could relate. I found the food deliciously rich, the people quaint, all the cobblestoned streets and restored castles charming. Even the sense of alienation I studied like a rare jewel. I've never been part of the minority before, never have had to struggle to belong, so I figured I'd milk the experience for all it was worth. Don't they say adversity builds character?
But this last week, I was suddenly overcome with a feeling that I'd almost forgotten. It was that antsy, can't-stay-put, gotta-go-somewhere-anywhere feeling that drove me all the time I was in Manila. It was bearable when I was at work, but made it so that I couldn't stay too long at home and pushed me either to party or to shop. So I was on my way to Montpellier to buy clothes I really didn't need when I realized what it was: boredom, that traitorous devil that posseses us to do things sometimes useless, and often stupid.
Am I adapting too well that after a mere 20 months here, nothing seems fresh anymore?
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PROBINSIYANA: in Filipino, a female living in the province. PROVENCIANA: a career-driven Filipina gives up life in third-world-but-happening Philippines to resettle as immigrant housewife in the middle of first-world nowhere known as Provence.
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Like in everything & anywhere, there are always phases or periods in life that are fast & exciting then it becomes slow then redundant & tedious then everything will pick up again. Drive to our place sometime.
Apol, has it been 20 months for you? 42 months for me. I'm struggling with a combination of ennui and frustration. I find that doing one thing at a time helps. But don't listen to me, I can't even manage that.
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