let’s get to know each other (Final one)

Day 28 0f 30

What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

After giving this one lots of thoughts, I have to say it would be leaving the family I was with for about two months as an Au-Pair in Germany, after both parents had tried to commit suicide. I was 20 years old and wanted to improve my German to a fluent level.

In this short time, lots happened. In the end, I had to abruptly leave two young children aged 4 and 2 in the hands of their grandparents and take the train home back to France.
The ride back is a blur. I remember crying a lot and feeling guilty. I never forgot the events that led to this harsh decision.

I know I will write about this one day.

At what age did you become an adult?

Hmmmm, another tough one! It would have to be when I went to university on a bursary fund, I must have been 18 years old. The allotted money always came late. I did not want to let my family know I did not have enough. Amongst other things, I learned that dry breakfast cereals are a student’s best meal any time of the day.

I came to realize I would be alright on my own. Oftentimes challenges make you stronger right? ๐Ÿ˜‰

If you could experience on moment in your life again, what would it be? brought to you by Ewhyard.

I would come back to my last visit with my mom. She was in the hospital and kept talking about people and places I had not heard before. I could feel her mind was someplace else. If I could find myself there once more, I’d listen intently.

She was telling the story of her childhood. I would give anything to get to know it now. Few of us know of their Mothers’ stories. I wish it was not the case.

This is the last day ofย NaNoPoblano2020. I have made new friends I hope to continue seeing them in the blogosphere, maybe not daily but somewhat regularly still.

I will be blogging three to four times a week since writing keeps the voices in my head still. I love it.

Anything you’d like to read? To see? to know? I am open to feedback and suggestions โค


  1. I don’t know that I will *ever* feel like a grown-up.

    Congrats on completing thirty days of Peppering! I’ve enjoyed reading your thoughts and commenting back and forth to you through the month. I’m looking forward to what else you have to say in the near future, too.

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  2. It’s been a joy getting to know you through these posts, and the other posts you’ve shared throughout November. I’m here to stay, and will continue being a Cheer Pepper beyond Nano Poblano 2020! Pepper *hugs* โค


  3. Thankyou for your answer. I agree, sometimes our mothers and in turn their mothers stories get lost. I have been lucky enough to be able to speak to my Mum recently about the stories of the women in our family recently and it was enlightening and made me want to find out more. Perhaps a post for the future…

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  4. I am not sure that I can claim the title of adult even now. Or not consistently.
    Your hard thing sounds very hard indeed. I am sure that I would also have wept. Guilt is a given – and as an aside if I knew where my guilt button was I would disconnect it. Permanently.
    My hard thing? Walking away from a friendship of over forty years. It wasn’t an easy decision at all and I still miss her and wish her well. I also don’t regret the decision. She had me dancing on a tightrope, second guessing every thought/comment and feeling permanently wrong.

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  5. 35. I took a cake decorating class in high school and always struggled with not getting crumbs in my initial icing layer. Once I was making a cake at home, on a particularly bad day for PMS, and I could not get my dang icing to go right, so I chopped my whole cake up in a rage. That gets brought up every few months, lol. ๐Ÿ™‚

    36. I wonder this all the time. I’ve felt like a responsible human being that could take care of myself since around 16, but sometimes I pull into my driveway and feel weird that the house I’m at has a mortgage with my name on it. I’m 25 and sometimes I feel extremely adulty and sometimes I feel like a kid.

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