Look who it is...

Well hello there…I’m not going to apologize for the hiatus…you'll manage

Let me start by doing a recap…imagine this being a sped up recap of a TV show before a new season starts

…okkkkk….here we go!

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In July 2015, I went back to school for a Master of Arts degree in French.

#MastersMasters

**Insert Kanye meme**

I wrote a 124-page thesis. It was hard. I’m proud. Graduated. Holla.

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One highlight and Nightmare of last year…

I dated a French firefighter. 

Google them….Wooo chile’

Stories for days.  Some good. Most bad.

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I decided to stay another year. I work three jobs to stay afloat.

Job one: An hour-long commute on an unreliable train system to teach college students.

Job two: A 15-minute commute to teach at a private middle/high school.

Job three: A 45-minute commute on an overcrowded train to teach adults.

(Real talk, I thank God every time I find a seat on the train…)

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Do I like it here…meh…the bread and pastries are amazing.

**Insert 20lb weight gain**

**Insert crying Jordan face**

You say: But Sharae, aren’t you doing a bunch of walking…

I say: Naw, not really.  This is the most sedentary I’ve been my whole life. 

(I don’t have diabetes, so that’s all I really care about…)

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I used to talk about my hair a lot on here. 

Guess what, it’s gone yall…all gone. And BLONDE!  Well actually, it’s a tacky Omar Tyree Flyy Girl peroxide type of blonde…petit à petit is getting lighter.  I dye it every month. 

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I applied and was accepted in a PhD program to begin in 2016.  I declined because I would have needed to pay for 1 out of 5 years.  Nope, not having it.

I applied to another program the following year.  REJECTED.  Rocked. My. World.  I’ve never been rejected from a school before. 

I’m still grieving.

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Now that we’re all caught up…I’m coming back to America! July 29^th to be exact.  

Can’t wait.  When I was home for the Christmas holiday, I knew that I would come home for good.  France is aiight….being an immigrant sucks.  There is a lot of paperwork.  You have to pay to get documents translated.  And it’s expensive son! 60 euros for a birth certificate…A BIRTH CERTIFICATE! 40 euros for each diploma…I have three of them mama jammas… THEN, 250 euros to validate a visa that only has 4 more months of validity… **rolls eyes**

and homesickness is real...sigh...

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Well, I’ve been applying to jobs like a mad woman and I’ve been applying all over the country.  I may be moving to a New England city.  I don’t like football, so Eagles fans, you don’t have to worry about me liking the Patriots.  But, I WILL hit up a party for some wings and buffalo chicken dip…oh how I love buffalo chicken dip…**stares off into the distance**

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So, I have a birthday coming up. Dirty 30…30 and flirty…The big 3-0…30 and fabulous.

I have big plans…I’ll be celebrating my birthday in Morocco.

HOLLA AT CHA GURL…

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This post was brought to you by exam proctoring induced boredom…

I haven’t been inspired to write in a long time.  Let me know if you want to read more from me…

I’ll see what I can do

Okie doke.

Later gators

Bisous