Talk about my life..

Posted by caro on November 19th, 2007 | Categorized as General Forum, Introduction, Stories | 209 views and 2 Comments

well, im gonna try to write it fast cos my laptop only has 13 minutes left of battery!

When I was a kid, i already felt like a TCK, not because i lived somewhere else than in my birth country but because my whole family lived in the middle of france and i lived in Paris and Yes, until i was 9, i believed i was living far away from home. I always considered myself as different to all these Parisian kids because i used to skip school on saturday mornings to go hunting 500km away from the city.
But in 1999,I turned 9 years old and everything changed.
First I visited Africa (apparently for the second time because i had spent a holiday in Marocco before but dont remember it!). My dad had been living in Ivory Coast for a year now and he asked us to come visit, so we did. I spent the most wonderful 2week-holiday of my life. we traveled along the Ivorian coast, went to these beautiful hotels, met these amazing people, got the most extravagant suntan, and ate food that will never taste the same.
Few months later i had packed up my stuff, said goodbye to my friends and moved to Abidjan with my mum, dad, brother and sister as well as my cat.
We were all getting used to this new life until civil wars started to came in.
Years after years, my brother came back to Paris; me, my sister and mum came back to the middle of france for six months; my sister stayed; i went back; then my dad, mum and i escaped, they left me in Dakar for 8 months; tried to find jobs in France but did not.
In 2005 we were finally all together again and were migrating to Australia. I had only visted it years ago. Sydney not Melbourne.
There I discovered wat IB was and also wat girls’ school were.. And it was more a nightmare than a dream come true!
But well, i had learnt not to live without complaining and was not about to start doing it now.
At the end I actually learnt heaps too. I made new friends, learnt english, wat cold, windy, water restrictions, fires and heavy drinking were, became sportier and maybe prettier, at least i brush my hair now! lol
I have now finished Year 12 (4 days ago) and decided to go back to Paris for Uni. I am starting school at the beginning of december, therefore leaving in 5days.

I am just realising now that my time in Melbourne was precious and that instead of telling myself that i wanted to go back where i came from (which is I think, Africa) i should have enjoyed it more but i know i cant and if i close my eyes, i only see the happy memories anyway!

That’s my story, as usual it was impossible to summarize quickly (it took me way more than 13minutes) but i hope u enjoyed it, its the most important
wats yours?