It’s the last day of February, which means it’s the last day of my first month as an intern in Paris.
I’m currently working as a receptionist at the hotel. Honestly, it’s not really challenging, being a receptionist was what I did on my last internship, so besides the new system, there’s nothing new to learn. The receptionist part of the internship is 9 weeks, so I’m halfway through, and I’m really looking forward to the next part, where I’ll be a housekeeping supervisor, which is closer to what I want to do once I graduate.
A lot of people tell me I’m living the dream, but to me, it doesn’t feel like that. Don’t get me wrong, I like it here, but I hate de fact that I can’t share the experience with my boyfriend or family. I miss home incredibly hard, but I realise that this is something I have to do in order to grow as a person.
While being here, I was “lucky” enough to experience the heaviest snowfall in Paris in 30 years. I love snow, but the tram and busses that connects us to the Parisian city centre didn’t drive, luckily, the day after they cleared the most important roads, so I was able to catch a bus to the centre and enjoy the snow.
I hope you enjoyed this post!