I’ve been back on home turf for 25 days. Some of those days have rushed by with joyful reunions, familiar faces and home cooked meals. Others have been filled with new adventures like starting my corporate job and moving to the city. Yet everyday has been filled with plenty of thoughts. The combination of seniorities, reverse culture shock and being knee deep in the corporate universe have given me plenty to think about. To be honest I’ve started writing this post about 8 times now and can’t seem to put into coherent sentences what I want to put on the page. Rather than putting even more thought into it, I’ve decided to just start writing, so bare with me.
I suppose I should begin and explain where I’ve disappeared to these last two weeks. To keep it short I’ve been YOLOing my way through the France lifestyle while trying to piece together my life for January. As some of you may know, when I return I’m required to complete a final internship, known as a co-op term. Doing co-op recruitment hasn’t been the best of experiences the last two times. On paper I have the marks, extra curricular activities, job experiences and skills that employers are searching for. And yet, each time I find myself struggling to find my way into an interview room.
This past weekend I reactivated my Netflix account. How does someone’s Netflix account even become cancelled in the first place? Simple! Have someone scam your credit card information and buy $750 worth of Tim Horton’s gift cards in a 3-hour period. Then have your bank send you a new credit card only to have it expire while you are aboard. After having my credit card changed twice in a three-week period, I didn’t update all my online accounts with the new details.
I’m currently sitting on the high-speed train heading back to Bordeaux after an awesome week away from reality. Reality will hit hard Tuesday when I write my first final but, for now I will reminisce a little more about the latest adventure. The adventure itself started last Saturday when, after my afternoon lecture, I headed to Paris to meet my friend Emily. This was the first time I was back in Paris in 2 years and somehow the tranquil atmosphere in Bordeaux had made me forget how rushed and dirty Paris really is. I suppose that’s what happens when you take the metro past midnight on a Saturday night. Nonetheless it will make me appreciate Bordeaux that much more when I return.
Despite my rather lengthy list of things you will hate about Kedge, there is also a long list of things you will love about it. In simple terms, think of it like the ultimate love hate relationship. For everything I really dislike about Kedge, there is something else that I absolutely love. Furthermore, once you accept the things you hate as the norm it really doesn’t seem like such a bad place.
In my managing world operations class this afternoon, the professor urged us to not spend our time abroad complaining about everything that is different. He said we should embrace the differences or we will get nothing out of it. While I tend to agree with him, I think it’s important to create what the French call a “mélange.” Simply translated it means a mixture. I think you need to celebrate the things that are similar and embrace the things that make it different.