Creepy Google Photos has been sending me notifications of panoramas, stalkerish videos and the occasional album of geolocated pics.
As iCreepy as this is, it took the time to remind me that I’ve been in France for four years now. My official move date was in November but my first round of coming over and finding jobs was May 2013.
Since then I managed to get good at the administration game and the delicate dance that is finding a propriétaire who likes you so much they overlook holes in your dossier.
It’s a strange place this country, but I’m going to have to up my game next year when I apply for permanent residency.