Simone, Bordeaux is amazing. I've gone out everyday. Sure, I've been alone, but being out and doing things outside of my daily routine has made things nice, fun. You probably got the last letter and thought I would never write back, but I have.
I've met someone. We ran into each other multiple times as I toured wherever I found myself. He isn't French. He's Italian. His cooking is delicious. We've spent countless nights in his apartment, eating, talking, and whatever else comes to mind. I feel...happy around him. I miss you, but he looks at me when I want to spend the day in the covers of the hotel and makes me laugh. He's shown me so much. Oh, I wish you could see it. I might stay here for a while. Maybe all I needed was a new place to get over you. That's what I'm telling myself.
Anyways, now that I can successfully drive a scooter, I have returned the car I rented and bought a scooter. (I'm glad I got that French licence.) It was reckless of me, spending my inheritance like that, but I've been saving it up for so long, that I felt it was worth it. I've also gotten in contact with my old employer. He's sending me something to translate. I think I've missed doing that.
I'm not blaming you, but, I think when you left, I lost a part of myself, and instead of moving on, I just sat and let myself wallow in the hole in my soul. Do not blame yourself. It's my fault. I should have done more with my life. Thank you. You got me out of my slump.
I can't write much more. Dino is here and I promised him I would go to Talence and help him learn a little English. Au revoir, Simone. Until I see you again.