No pictures for the moment, first because I didn’t have the time, and second because my new place is not completely finished yet… So I’ll post a video as soon as I’ll have received everything, which might take up to two weeks 
This week-end is one of those that I’ll remember for a long time. Ok, there was the not-so great moment where you realize that, by having moved to the US, you really can’t call your parents and dozens of friends to help you out with your moving! But it was almost better, because we felt that for once we were managing to do something great all by ourselves: renting a huge truck (or should I say a US-size truck), picking up all the furniture from Ikea and other stores, loading the truck, then unloading it in an hour because we had to bring it back to the rental agency, building all the Ikea furniture (who said it was easy???), painting a wall in purple (otherwise it wouldn’t have been my apartment)… Well, we did all that in a day, and today we bought some additional decorative stuff (and clothes, but that wasn’t the original plan 
)… And the result is that my place looks GREAT! I really feel that I made the right choice in living here (yes Seb, I know you’re surprised, I’m still optimistic ) because I really have a great apartment, with a nice balcony where I’ll organize plenty of barbecues, a great pool and fitness center in the residence (where I’ll never go but I’m just happy to know it’s here ), in a really nice area, with lots of restaurants, convenience stores, banks, coffee shops and even a pet store! We went eating to an Italian restaurant 1 minute away from the apartment, and I finally felt “OK, this is really what I wanted, things are going to start now”.
After this pseudo life-changing moment, let’s move on to funnier things: 1) the guy who owns the pizza restaurant in my street used to own a cafe close to my company, and told me what my CEO uses to have for breakfast and I really don’t know how to use this info to climb the career ladder 
; 2) we took a cab today to go shopping, and suddenly I realized that what I was hearing in the cab was… Patricia Kaas, a famous French singer! The cab driver had a CD called “Paris for life” gathering all the best of French music! I understood that she spoke a bit of French after having said to my boyfriend “this cab is so kitsch, the leopard fur around the wheel is way too much!”…Damn, home country is never that far away
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