Hello again from total blog absence, Almost Adult is now abroad in Montpellier. My boyfriend is completing part of his Masters in the south of France and it makes absolute sense for me to live with him—he can’t have all that wine, cheese and coffee to himself. Fact is, I’ll never get another break. As a kid you get summer, winter, spring break. As an adult the only breaks you get are like…a handful of company holidays or like maternity leave which is not really a break. Now that the Masters’ box is checked, I’m taking my final break in this gorgeously sunny city 40 minutes away from the beach. Think Paris minus the snootiness plus palm trees. Some might say I’m escaping adulthood once again. I call it my three-month European sabbatical.