Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Saturday, 20 January 2018
My place in Liverpool
Funny little bit of anecdote that happened to me recently: I was contacted by an academic association I am still a member of, asking me of my new address. Apparently, they were still sending their letters to my old address in... Liverpool. Which I left more than ten years ago. I had a lovely big room in a lovely Victorian house. A house that was falling apart because the landlady was stingy and not keen on making necessary repairs. But a lovely house nevertheless. This request about my address made me remember the time I spent in Liverpool and how much I enjoyed my time there and then. I now own my own place, I am married with a child, I am far better off, but if I could choose anywhere to live with my family, with the necessary income to live there, this would probably be this Victorian house.