It's already been a year since I returned to France. A year that I've been living this ‘expatriation at home’ pretty much in silence... A...

If there’s one journey I was eager to write about, it’s my return to France. It’s been exactly four months since I came back, and aside...

Some of you saw it coming before I did. Some of you tried to warn me. Some of you pushed me forward, helping me see the impossible, the...

When I first was told that I might be gifted, I was 10 years old. It was my sister who kept telling my parents about it. But none of us were comfortable with the label, so we all ignored it. When I discovered I was an HSP, two friends reached out and questioned me about potentially being gifted. I cringed. "I'm not gifted; I'm so dumb." "I struggle way too much in life to be gifted." "If I were that gifted, I'd be good at everything I do, and I'm not." Yet, when I read about

"Why are you leaving? To go where?" "What don't you like here?" "You'll always be the one leaving, won't you?" "I knew you wouldn't...

It's been two weeks since the end of the road trip through the USA and I must say, there is a lot I want to say… But before I get to...

A few days ago, we celebrated our one month of road trip in the USA. I had left you mid-June in the town of Page, where we were taking a...

It's been two weeks road tripping in the USA - what a different journey it has been so far. If usually, travelling means for me embracing...

WHAT A YEAR?! I can't believe how far I've come in the last year, and to be honest, since I left my life in Paris 6 years ago... 2022 will have been a year full of twists and turns and learning. I remember that a year ago, I started full of doubts and fears about my choices, about my life here in Canada, or in Nelson. I felt like I had lost complete control over my life. As if I no longer had any freedom. As if someone had taken over my pen and was writing the chapters for me

As I begin this article, it is November 2nd and I have reached the end of the four months off that I promised myself I would take. It is...

"There is something about travelling and road trips that makes me feel free. Free to be me. Free to live. Every time I find myself on the...

It's amazing how sometimes it doesn't take much to get that feeling of lightness and freedom. Well, you might say, not as "little" as...

In Coco's adventures on Caribooland, here is Coco, conquering herself, episode 238... (All the pictures are at the bottom of the article ;)) THE PRICE OF HAPPINNESS ? I don't think that since I landed in Canada, I have ever appreciated this country as much as the angle from which I am rediscovering it right now. It's without ties and without conditions that I can finally enjoy this place. Almost like if it could finally begin... To be honest, many times I thought of leaving.

It's been a few weeks since I had to finish this series of articles on choice (article 1: why is it difficult to choose and article 2: 9 tools to learn to choose ) and the reason for my silence was nothing other than my inability to make a choice... These last few months I have been very divided in my life choices. Keeping my job, leaving my job, staying in Nelson, leaving Nelson, going back to my freelance job, changing careers... My need for freedom is often seen as instab

(continuation of the first article entitled "Why is it so difficult to choose" published a few days ago) Choosing... I have just spent 6 stressful months wondering which program I would use to apply for permanent residency in Canada. 6 months of hesitation, of listening to the advice of others, of sometimes not sleeping at night and of constant anxiety... 6 months that I explore on all sides, whereas since the beginning, I am well aware that there is only one program that re

A year and a half in Canada. A year and a half without returning to France, to spend some time with my friends and family. God knows how fast the time has passed and at the same time, how long it has been. As I prepare to take the plane for a family reunion that will be powerful and very short at the same time, I'm taking some time to write and share with you a little bit of my life in Canada. On the agenda today : a summary of these last six months between autumn and winter

Imagine the scene, I am in a Thai restaurant, in New Zealand, with my boyfriend of the time. It's the first time we've been here but like every single time I'm in this kind of restaurant, my heart goes out to a curry. He tries to convince me to be a little more adventurous and try something new for once. I hesitate, the stress rises in me, I love all the dishes in sauce that are on the menu but I have such a big fear of being disappointed that I dare not choose. Panic-stricke

Sometimes, I catch myself trying to make sense of it. Because I can't just sit and wait. I WANT to understand. I NEED to understand how and why we ended up in the crazy world we live in. And to me, it doesn't make any sense. I want the world to change. I want to help. I try to do what I can. But when I wake up on days like last Thursday, all I can do is freeze. I felt literally iced by the news. All I wanted to do was to run away from it. Hide for a day. And live my life, lik

To all of my past self and to all of the future ones... I've already experienced many flashbacks of past moments in my life. However, yesterday's flashback was like a slap in the face when I woke up. While I was watching a movie shot in Ireland, I gradually remembered my trip in May 2017... In this picture, I am 26 years old. This is my second solo trip. And despite my smile, in real life, in my head, at that moment, I was completely lost. I had just gotten out of a relations

It is with a little delay that I finally find the time to share with you the results of this first year spent in Canada. A blog post I...