Nice to meet you!
I was born in Russia (the name gave it away didn’t it?), but grew up in Canada. I was pretty happy with my life in Montreal but I could never shake the feeling that I wasn’t home…yet. In my mid-twenties I decided to take a chance and see what living in France would give me.
Would it be an endless supply of pastries, rich culture and history at every turn? Or would I be swamped under mountains of bureaucracy and that famous French blasé attitude? Spoiler alert: the pastries got me through the bureaucracy.