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A New Office For My Writing Endeavour

A New Office For My Writing Endeavour

I remember how my life seemed to fall apart during my divorce with the love of my life. Everything—from getting dressed in the morning to finding happiness again—seemed impossible. I could not believe that my soulmate decided that she was to spend the rest of her life with another man. I could not believe that everything we had overcome and built together meant nothing to her—that she had thrown it all away for some young, twenty-something starving artist she had met one afternoon at a cafe. She told me that she loved that he didn’t work in a “stuffy corporate” office like I did.

After the dust had settled and our separation was finalized, I realized that she had really had left me—she wasn’t coming back. As I came to terms with the fact that my hopes and dreams with her would never come to pass, I realized it was also time for me to move on, and to not look back.

As my long-time readers will already know, I packed everything into a suitcase, bought a one way ticket to California, and have been slowly mending my heart ever since. It’s been a slow and painful process, but I am beginning to see the light. This morning, I woke up and sat down at my writing desk to journal for an hour, as I normally do, and began to ponder what it is that I really want to now do with my life.

The divorce shattered my heart, but it gave my bank account some much-needed reprieve. Again, I’m not sure why she ran off with that starving artist, or why she disapproved of my job, because during our marriage, I was the only one earning an income. My lucrative investment banking career allowed me to fund her expensive tastes in fashion, restaurants, and theatre.

I personally had no interest in that lifestyle. All I have ever needed to be happy is a good book, along with a pen and some paper. As I sat at my desk looking out the window, I realized, that working in investment banking to appease my then-wife had obscured what I have really wanted all along: to be a writer.

Used Red Coffee Cup and Saucer

I had spent so many years suppressing my creativity, but now, I finally had the freedom to follow my heart. As I looked around, I realized that my office wasn’t really an office—it was a bachelor’s man cave with a tiny nook by the window, carved out for my small writing desk.

I wondered if I could transform my space into a creative oasis, to bring out the writer in me. I went online to look for office furniture, and came across a supplier and studio, Creative Office Design. They carry inventory of all sorts: desks, chairs, cabinets, bookcases, new cubicles, and anything you can think of when it comes to your LA furniture needs.

Upon visiting their showroom, I was greeted by a kind and knowledgable design expert, who helped me select the best desk and chair for my new writing office. If you are looking to transform your existing space into an office that inspires you, you can give them a call.

Creative Office Design
5230 Pacific Concourse Dr #105, Los Angeles, CA 90045, United States

One Less Memory

I woke up the other morning with the worst pain I have experienced since my divorce. However, this wasn’t the emotional pain of heartbreak, this was physical pain. Every part of my body was sore from mowing the lawn. I could not believe it.

If you had heard me screaming while I was trying to get out of bed, you would have had to pardon my french. I did not want to think about mowing my lawn ever again. As I finally stood up, I had a sudden flashback to a time when life was much less painful.

White Wooden 2-storey House Near Tree

I remembered the life we once shared, and how we used to spend all of our days together at our beautiful manor in France. Back then, we had housekeepers and gardeners. We didn’t have a care in the world. It was bliss.

Of course, that was all shattered when she decided on divorcing me and taking mostly everything we shared. When I moved to the United States, I wanted to start over in a new country, on a blank slate. But I never wanted to leave behind memories of my home country France. I was very lucky to find a house that reminded me of the manor. It has a big beautiful lawn, just like my previous manor. That said, over time I have grown weary of the upkeep, as I do not have housekeepers and gardeners anymore. Starting over in life has been a very humbling experience. While I would love to hire someone to do the lawn-mowing for me, I haven’t been able to afford it.

After I finished reminiscing in misery, I suddenly came to the recollection of having overheard someone at the local cafe saying something about artificial grass and being quite pleased with the results of their installation. I hobbled over to my laptop to see what that was all about. I was quite intrigued by the idea of it: grass that does not require mowing and a lawn that looks green and beautiful year round. This had to be it! This had to be the solution and the end of my struggles. Upon further research, it turns out that I am not alone in my dislike for lawn-mowing; many homeowners seem to be choosing artificial turf over real grass.

I came across a company called NoMow Turf, Inc., and I was quite impressed by the photos of their work. But being the skeptic that I am, I had plenty of detailed questions to ask them about artificial grass and the process of installation. They very patiently answered all of my questions to my satisfaction, and I decided to book an appointment right away.

Alas, I am very happy report that I have a brand new lawn and that my body has fully recovered from the soreness. Now that I won’t have to physically take care of my lawn every two weeks, I shall now have one less painful memory of France to think about. This shall be a new era of a new kind of bliss.

NoMow Turf, Inc. – Synthetic Lawns & Putting Greens
26674 Vista Terrace, Lake Forest, CA 92630, United States

Pastries For a Broken Heart

Ten years ago, I fell in love with the love of my life. We built a beautiful life together for which I am grateful. However, that chapter has come to an end.

We are no longer married, and I am no longer living in France. I find myself wondering if I’d ever be able to live there again. I don’t know if I will be able to walk through the streets without thinking of her and the devastating divorce we went through. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to our favorite patisserie without reminiscing about all the beautiful moments we will no longer share together.

My heart is completely shattered and I am unable to find peace with the past or contemplate certainty about the future. All I know is that I still love her and that I miss waking up with her in beautiful Bordeaux. I have left behind everything I loved in France, from people to pastries. My favorite pastry is the paris-brest. It is a decadent cream sandwiched in a perfectly light and delicate pastry. If I was still living in France I would probably be eating one of these per day as comfort.

Unfortunately, staying put didn’t seem like the easiest option. I lost my home in the divorce. Although I could have looked for a new house there, I moved to the U.S. to leave my comfort zone instead of retreating into sorrow. New beginnings are usually pretty exciting, but not after something you cherished and committed to for a decade falls apart. Even though it was my choice to leave France and move here, I feel like I lost my entire life as a result of this divorce. I am rebuilding my life and rediscovering my purpose, all from scratch. 

When I told her that I didn’t want either of us to be angry, she apparently took that as a challenge to see who would the winner-takes-all. I hoped, nearly begged, for amicable separation and what I got in return was what felt like vengeance against the fact that we found ourselves in a partnership that was simply not meant to last. I had come to terms with the fact that our incompatibility wasn’t the fault of either one of us, but she seemed to think that the failure of our marriage was my fault. After a seemingly endless amount of back-and-forth, I realized that prolonging the process was only going to hurt me even more. So I let her win. I didn’t want to win any argument, and I didn’t want to keep anything she felt entitled to. 

It wasn’t until I moved here that I learned about divorce mediation. If we had chosen that option instead, everything would have been less painful to endure, and we might have avoided the escalating arguments during the proceedings. If I ever get married again, and God forbid, end up in another divorce, I will certainly choose the route of hiring a divorce mediator.

As I’ve been grieving my marriage which has ended, I have come across an established mediator. I am including their information below for anyone who wishes to explore this option. McNamee Mediations would be my first call.

McNamee Mediations
4590 MacArthur Blvd Suite 500, Newport Beach, CA 92660, USA