This is how the new year has begun for me.
One of these days, I caught the morning sun and took the ticket from Paris to the zone 5 of Île-de-France. It was a freezing morning and silence poured serenity around me and over the fields on the top of a hill where Jambville village seemed to be on the top of the world.
It is the top of the world, because I can’t stop returning over there again and again, when I am longing for silence, for beauty, for space and for peace
in my soul.
There are so many advantages in instability. My job contract’s been over since November 15; cleaning service that I found and did once in two houses is not needed any more; quite irregular babysitting on Wednesday is completely cancelled until the New Year. I’ve got for the moment no real job proposals. The most important thing is not to panic. It usually works in this way: one week you’ve got some very small jobs here and there, the next three weeks you have nothing at all. You have only to adjust to this rhythm, to these tides of human existence. (At the same time, I still don’t have any idea how to pay the rent for my studio at the beginning of 2020. But it’s too far to think about it.)
In fact, such an instable, from the financial point of view, existence offers you flexibility, creativity, and freedom, not only physical, but also the incredible sensation of being free. In this state of mind I begin to search for opportunities to do things I love. To do those things that I love and which do not require a lot of resources. That’s why the thing I did just before my job was over was to buy cheap TGV tickets to Bordeaux (16+10 euros, Ouigo from Massy), to get in touch with people who rent a studio exactly in front of the Ocean (30 euros x 4 nights). And to disappear in a completely another world amidst the sands and the eternal Ocean, who humiliates our too human passions and our fears.
How to survive in Paris 