Métro, Boulot, Dodo

‘Métro, boulot, dodo’ is a French expression I stumbled upon recently which basically means ‘commute, work, sleep’ – but on repeat – and it conveys that sense of the inevitable, mundane kind of existence, ruled by routine that I’ve been caught up in lately, much more eloquently than any English version of this phrase.


For the longest time I’ve been pretty inactive on Instagram and completely MIA here so I just wanted to use this space to let you guys know what I’ve been doing and how I’ve been doing and also so maybe you can get to know me a bit better because I haven’t really done an entry like this – where I’m just chatting to you guys rather than teaching you hacks or DIYs.

I guess the first thing I should do is introduce myself right?

Okay, so my name is Hudaa and I’m 20 years old. I live in Dublin and I just started my second year of college about 4 weeks ago. I’m majoring in languages and geography in Maynooth University. Outside of my degree I’m doing two separate courses this year. The first is a TEFL course because I’d love to get teaching jobs while I’m travelling and immersing myself in the cultures and languages of different countries. The second is a part-time fashion design course which I’m starting this week.

While I love my current degree, I really regret not applying for art colleges to pursue Fashion design as sewing and art are pretty much my biggest passions (besides food and travel^^). I figure that if I do an evening course then at least I don’t need to get disowned – jk jk – but at least I’ll know for sure if I like sewing better as a hobby or if I should commit to chasing my dream and pursue fashion design as a career. Who knows but I hope it’s the second of the two 🙂

Now back to the the topic of todays blog ~ métro, boulot, dodo ~

My life has been a little hectic lately between balancing college, chasing my dreams, working part-time and desperately trying to co-exist peacefully with my family as well as dealing with some ongoing mental health issues that I don’t want to get into right now. So, I guess in a way I was seeking the comfort or security of routine without even realising it.

I spend my two-hour commute to and from college planning out new DIYs or catching up on some much needed ‘z’s while Dean and Jay Park serenade me on Dublin bus. I’m not the biggest fan of the commuter life but I’ve learned how to make it work for me and I see my daily four-hour commute as precious time to completely detach myself from reality. It’s like being in a vacuum or an alternate universe that shields me from the outside world. Apart from my daily bus rides, I have barely any time to unwind and relax as I’m juggling a full-time degree, two part-time degrees and a part-time job.

Most of my time in college is spent burying myself in work at the library with mini pitstops here and there to pick up snacks from Aldi and ensure my sanity is still somewhat intact with regular meetups with my friends for food dates or library dates – usually both at the same time – yeah I’m one of those…

Work is a distraction where I get away from study. I interact with people who really don’t know me but expect me to pick up on their own regular routines since I fit in with theirs. It’s a strange kind of not-so-symbiotic relationship but it’s a little entertaining so I don’t mind. The same guy always comes in at 12:30 on Sunday to grab a 6-pack of Dutch Gold which is stacked below at least three or four trays of the 4-pack cans, so it’s my job to uproot the whole display, hand him a 6-pack with a smile on my face and a sore back and then proceed to remake the display. A kind old woman shuffles in every morning with her trolley bag, circles about the shop looking at things she has no intention of buying then makes her way over to the counter with a mini bottle of milk, a copy of The Mirror and a copy of The Star, she always leaves with a friendly wave after a little chat about the latest headline or the weather. There’s lots of people like them, many of which I know by name and share inside jokes with. To them I’m nothing more than a regular part of their weekend shop routine, to me they’re a welcome diversion from mindlessly stocking and cleaning shelves.

Sleep. Sleep is something I should really do more of.

I’m not sure if ‘métro, boulot, dodo’ has become my inescapable reality or if I have simply used it to escape reality these last couple of months. It’s so easy to get stuck in a rut when you’re scared of what the alternative to familiarity might be. That being said, it’s time for me to start reaching out and thinking beyond the safety net and monotony of routine.

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