I’m back home! Home sweet home!
The week passed so fast. I feel like it was yesterday that I took the plane and that I learn than my grandmother passed away. Strangely, when I arrived in France, I didn’t feel like it have been 3 years since I went there. I felt more like “Oh I came there last week.” And when I arrived at Montreal, I didn’t felt like I was back home.
And you know what guys? I would like to be stuck in a plane for 48 hours than go back at work. Seriously just thought of wake up tomorrow for go at work *insert an unhuman noise* I hate my job. I hate it. Same taking care of my customers don’t help me. ;A; i just realized this with my week in France (it was a little bit like vacation)
Okay, another subject! When I was in the plane I watched District 9. I think this movie is 4 years old? Why I didn’t see it before?!!! It’s was really good! I totally forgot my fear of planes with this movie!