We eat them as tacos, or as enchiladas or even inside a tortilla soup. In France, the basic food is bread. The boulangeries, bread and pastry stores, are everywhere. They sell all kinds of breads, from the classic baguette, to the less known pain à la campagne, which is whole grain country bread. Every morning I go by my favorite boulangerie called Paul. They sell a delicious pastry called pain au chocolat, which is dough stuffed with chocolate. It is absolutely delicious!
Although life in a different country can mean different ways of doing things, some things are similar to home. I have made friends from around the world, and we talk about movies we like, places we’ve been, we sometimes complain about homework and we all enjoy playing soccer. These things remind me of home. They remind me of my friends I’ve temporarily left behind, of the things I used to do like play soccer and of the things I struggled with. These things begin to shape someplace that was completely new, into a place you can call home.
Of course, a home doesn’t necessarily refer to an idea in your mind but is also the place you sleep, take showers and eat. My home is a studio apartment, meaning that I live alone and the kitchen, living room and bedroom, are all in the same room. There are no walls to separate them. It has taken me a while to get used to it. Cooking while in the kitchen and using your living room table as your dining room table might be unusual, but it has begun to grow on me. I love my little room.
The window of my room looks at the cathedral and during the night, I can see the stars on the night sky. When it rains, I hear the drops hit the window on my roof and it’s the best thing to go to sleep to.
