Wednesday was just one of those days. I woke up feeling unrested and a bit anxious. Between planning new work, sending out applications, and moving into our new home, I was really feeling a bit stressed and out of sorts. That tiny grain of anxiety began to grow, and grow, and grow. By Noon I knew I was in trouble, and there was only one thing to do.
I jumped in my car and drove 90 kilometers to Nancy to one of the only Office Depot stores in this region of France. I’m not sure how to explain it: Some people meditate or do yoga when they get stressed out. Me, I go to the office supply store. There is something about rows and rows of perfectly organized paper, pens, desk organizers, and file folders that puts my mind at ease. For a control freak with a paper fetish, Office Depot is Mecca. It’s organization through osmosis. I didn’t even need anything from Office Depot, I just needed to be in the Office Depot. Of course as usual I wandered up and down each and every aisle of the store and tried out all the office furniture, and then after an hour I left empty-handed. Ok, I snagged a few free catalogs just in case I needed a fix later.
After my little road trip, I made it back home just in time to hang out with Mademoiselle R and Christoph in Nilvange. They suggested I stop by for a reception that was being held for some art I think. Except I didn’t see any art, only some photos of piles of dirt being projected on the wall. I wasn’t paying much attention. I really only came for the good company and the free champagne.
And while we were sipping our free champagne, out of nowhere the Mayor just came up to us and shook our hands. I guess he was thanking us for coming?
So over –all, not a bad ending for a day in France that started out pretty crappy.