Sitting in the office in one of the buildings at the Chateau de Versailles, I took my time filling out the employment form. From somewhere in the room I could hear a clock ticking - although there was no clock to be found on the walls - and I have always found the rythmical tick-tocking rather peaceful (except, of course, when I am late. Then it's stressful). I looked around at the other people in the room - my future colleagues - and with the exception of the guy with a cold sitting next to me breathing annoyingly loudly through his mouth, I liked the look of them.
I looked back down at the form I was in the middle of. I was now getting used to filling in these papers with their inquisitive, personal information questions that often gave me the chilling feeling I was selling my soul each time I signed the panel at the bottom of the page. Something I had had to do every time I had a job interview or signed up with a recruitment agency over these last few months.
As I signed my sloppy signature at the bottom of the second last page, I turned over and saw an unexpected question. A perfectly reasonable question that I hadn't yet come across in any of my French form-filling sessions. Next of Kin, it read, and in brackets, Who can we call if you are sick or injured? Without even having to think about it for a second, I wrote down FP's contact details. After all, he is the only person I have in France, it just seemed logical.
It's only now, thinking about it, I feel as though by filling out FP's details, I have made a transition. As though those words are a symbol of how my life is changing as I (very slowly) approach our wedding day. Yet another leap into adulthood.
Up until now, I have always written my mother's name as my next of kin, no questioning, no thinking it through, I just knew that if there was ever an emergency, my mum was to be notified first. But I changed all that today. I wrote my fiancés name, without even really thinking it through, and it feels as though I am stepping closer and closer to womanhood. By writing FP's name on that piece of paper as my next of kin, I feel as though I am letting go of my childhood, and saying hello to becoming a wife.
And, surprisingly, it feels quite nice.