I feel super good today. I finally overcame one of my biggest fears: driving. I passed my driver’s license!
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I became terrified of driving. My instructor was a fairly old guy, who loved cars and hated people who didn’t fall in love with the Freudian stick shift: “can you feel how smooth it is?” No, I couldn’t. I didn’t care either. To me, driving was getting from point A to point B safely.

I have my own office. An office with a door, a desk, a computer, a phone, a whiteboard and drawers. I also have a very cool magnetic pass to get around, one with my picture on it. I have a favorite lunch place and I hate Monday mornings. I got a new job, in the office. I feel like a lucky girl.

I know that I’m still a little bit French, but as time went by, I also adapted to my new home.
Like many in Canada, I embrace the North American way of life while keeping some of my culture. Cultural integration, not assimilation.

I don’t think I’m your typical French. Yet, my citizenship sometimes catches up with me.
I don’t mind it. I like to call myself a “word citizen” but this is the country where I was born, where I grew up and where I was educated.

I’m more a behind the scenes kind of person: I love writing, drawing and taking pictures. But strangely enough, I didn’t hesitate to do the documentary.