So I'm leaving tomorrow. For France. Ohmygod.
I've been running around trying to get everything ready but really, there is no ready. Through the past few years I've been hauling most of my crap back and forth across the country to school, then home, then to camp, then home again, then to school, etc. And I always forget something. I always bring something that I don't need and when I get there I'm like, girl, what were you thinking? While the plane is taxiing, I'm always a little bit convinced that this time gravity will win and the plane will fall out of the sky.
But that's the joy of traveling--it's not normal. It's not comfortable. It's the best kind of abnormal and uncomfortable.
In 48 hours I will be eating food prepared entirely differently than at home. I will be sleeping in a bed in a room I've never seen before. I will be living with people who speak an entirely different language than me. And while all of those things are a little bit terrifying in their own sense, they are also the reason that I have this wonderful jittery feeling of excitement in my stomach.
So au revoir, Etats Unis.
Au revoir, parents.
Au revoir, frères.
Au revoir, amis.
Bonjour, France.
Bonjour, aventure.
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