Normally, I don't crave chocolate but there's something about living in France that makes me want it. There's something about France, in general. The way of life is so much slower, my days are calmer, and I'm just truly enjoying myself! I just finished the Bonne Maman chocolate mousse that I bought at my local Carrefour City and it's true what they say about chocolate releasing endorphins. I just went for a run as well so needless to say I am one happy Stacie at the moment. Maybe that's why I decided to finally blog. Welcome to my first blog post about living in France. I wanted to do a daily blog, but the structure of doing so did not flow with me, so here I am finally creating my first post. I'm an English teaching assistant in Paris (well, basically Paris; where I teach is right outside the city's line), teaching English to primary students in a couple of France's public schools. I was formerly explaining American business immigration law to company heads and their employees and preparing their immigration papers as a paralegal when I was working in the states. I decided to make the career change about a year ago when I applied to teach English in France. I'm about 96% sure that completely dropping everything (read, stability) and moving to Paris was not the worst thing that I could have decided to do in my early 20's.

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