Welcome to the blog nobody warned you about.
My name is Melanie. I am 29 years old, a pianist and music teacher from Eastern Europe, and for the past two years France has been my home — or at least I keep trying to make it one.
Nice. Paris. Nantes. Three cities in two years. Still counting.
I started this blog because I was tired of reading the same romanticized version of French life everywhere I looked. The perfect croissants, the effortless style, the magical afternoons by the Seine. Nobody was talking about the healthcare nightmare, the impossible apartment hunt, the bureaucracy that makes you question every life decision you’ve ever made, or the French they don’t teach you in class.
So I decided to.
This is not a blog about falling in love with France. It’s about surviving it — honestly, practically, and without the pink glasses.
If you’re dreaming of moving here, already living here and struggling, or just curious about what life in France actually looks like — you’re in the right place.
Welcome to France. The real one.
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