J'ai été à Nouméa pendant une semaine. J'ai essayé parler beaucoup de français, mais il était trop difficile. Il y avait quelque personnes qui a parlé un peu français seulement. Quand je leurs ai parlé, nous avons utilisé anglais suivant.

Si je vais améliorer, je dois pratiquer plus. Je dois écrire, lire, écouter et parler. Le chose le plus important est parlant.

I was talking to my flatmate last night after she got home from work, catching up on those little details which occurred over my vacation. She and her boyfriend have found a new place to live. She's given her notice to the landlord, and I've told her that I will be looking for a new place. I don't want the hassle of finding a new flatmate and taking over the lease. I have until May 15th to find a new place and get there.

There is a lot to consider with this. I am pretty demanding about things in general, and am somewhat hard to please in this respect. Hopefully it goes quickly and smoothly.

As I was jumping in the car to get to the gym this morning, I noticed that the contents of the glove box and the center console were on the passenger seat. Being somewhat sure that I didn't do that, I came to the conclusion that my car had been broken into. I checked the windows, but there was nothing broken. I revised my conclusion to include the possibility that I forgot to lock the door after getting my groceries last night.

Conveniently, I don't keep anything of value in my car. It's a bit of a habit, I think. Not even just hiding things out of sight. As a result, nothing was missing. At least, to the best of my knowledge. Maybe a swiss army knife, but not something I'll lose sleep over.

My flatmate sent me a message this afternoon, warning me of the possibility of a break in. Her boyfriend was parked in the same carpark, and a window had been broken. A couple small things were missing, but there wasn't much of value in there.

I guess I should count myself lucky that my door was likely open. I don't have to deal with the broken window.