I move in my new flat tomorrow. I’m happy about it. I will have all my stuffs back with me! Since last June, when I moved out from my former flat, my stuffs were stored in garage at my parents’ house. They live in a farm which is not a farm anymore, and they have a lot of room to store things. But Last week they had a little storm and some tiles from the roofs went missing so my things got wet… Bad surprise :/ Well tomorrow will be busy but I’ll be glad to have my “home” again. Since last June I was kind of camping in everybody living rooms… I think I do not need much to feel “at home” in a place. I spent a lot of time feeling comfortable in a tent in summer holidays, I don’t mind carrying my belongings in rug sack but it does not feel very cosy to sleep in a living room where as it says, somebody else lives ! So from tomorrow on, I’ll have a “home sweet home” again! (Is it correct??? To lazy to check...) Yes I am very lazy! I am looking forward to settle in my flat but not to carry boxes and boxes and furniture and things, and bags and things… Zzzzzzzzzz While I was rummaging trough my stuffs, I found a box that was there since I moved from my shared house in England. I opened it and found some souvenirs I kept there by nostalgia. There were my notebook. I spent yesterday night reading it. It’s strange reading it, like a journey to the past. This notebook I kept it all the time with me. The first thing I wrote on it were my addresses and phone numbers both in England and France, with some sentences explaining who I was. It was something I had nightmares about : loosing my ability to be understood in one or the other of the language I speak. That’s why I had done this on my notebook. It’s strange but I remember that some other strangers told me they had the same nightmare several times. Now it sounds stupid but back there it made sense. I also found a LOT of little pieces of paper with codes, numbers, appointments and things like this. I had loads of codes and numbers to remember in England, that’s impressive! I found dead lines for essays for uni in this notebook too ! Yuk ! There were also some recipes in my book and the recipe to cook flapjacks : yuk ! I hate flapjacks and had to eat a lot in England when I was invited… It reminds me of greased cardboard…! I also kept addresses and phone numbers and e-mails of people I met there in my notebook. It’s funny but there are some name that do not ring any bell now… It was people I spent time with, I talked with, sometimes more… and a few stand, perhaps the one I am still in touch with are true friends. Sometimes, it’s just a first name an e-mail address as if the international students world was a world where you have only a first name and an internet access… and I lived in this world for a year. I wonder for how many people I was just a first name and an internet contact… L I decided to write an e-mail to every address I have in my note pad and I do not remember and see what happens. Started with some today… Wait and see ! | 
) I spent a lot of time with international students and it had an influence on the way i now speak. I remember one time when my English flatmate went with me to a society where there were a majority of strangers, I introduced her to friends from all around the world and we spoke in English, but she asked me, how can you understand each others ? We were speaking a special English, what we call ELFE, English as a lingua franca for Europe and she felt excluded because she had problems understanding us, because she spoke and (still speaks !) proper English. 
