The Smell of France

Since it's been chilly here, we have unpacked some of our sweaters from the vacuum save bags.  The really neat thing about these clothes is they smell like France.  Or at least they smell like my laundry detergent and fabric softner.  It took me two months to find a nice smelling detergent.  I loved running the dryer because the whole bathroom would smell like "Ruby Jasmine" and fabric softner.  I am sure that our clothes probably shouldn't smell so much like the detergent.  It is probably a testament to the fact that we never quite knew if we were doing the laundry the right way.  The instruction were in French and they were cryptic.  We turned the knob to 5 and prayed that it worked.  The soap probably didn't get rinses completely out.  Regardless, I am glad I can put on a sweater and remember Thoiry.  Some days I actually miss it, and I will certainly miss my smell of France.

Dear Diary...

I realize that this blog has turned into infrequent diary-like entries.  I lament my situation and rather than discuss my new crush I end rather abruptly.  I am aware that the tone of this blog sucks.
So what's new?  I have started an "internship" with the Preservation Planner for the City of Gainesville.  I hope to get real world experience that I can add to my resume.  In the meantime, I continue to apply for jobs.  Last week I had an interview with LifeSouth, a community blood bank.  As of today I still haven't heard back from them--that's not usually a good sign.  I did get an e-mail from the City of Alexandria, VA regarding a preservation planner position I applied for.  My application has moved to the next step and they will consider whether or not I get an interview.  This week I've applied for three jobs so far.
Yes, I get down.  I've worked hard, I've made sacrifices, and I just wish I could catch a break.  The one call I got to substitute was the same day that I had a phone interview.  School would not have gotten out in time for the interview, so I had to say no.  That was a bummer.
If anyone is still reading, I'm keeping my chin up.  Sorry I'm a bummer.  I wish I had awesome pictures or anecdotes about my kids or travels.  Living in Europe certainly provided great stories--Gainesville doesn't seem to have the same quality.