Gatée

Ahh my life. I can't believe that my year here in France is winding down. Actually, it's crazy to imagine that in a little more than 50 days, I will be back in the States. This is a bittersweet thought. I mean, I actually can't really imagine my life the way it was back home but, I also couldn't stay here, I mean, not really anyways.

I am probably one of the luckiest exchange students to have ever existed. I have the most amazing families in France (even though at some times, they may be a little challenging) who allow me to do the most amazing things. I mean, like last night, my second little host sister who is an absolute sweetheart called me and asked if I wanted to go and see the most famous french comedian. Just like that, I went and saw Gad Elmaleh. He is literally the Dane Cook of the French land. Absolutley hilarious he is. And then, next week, with the sticker king (haha, nickname for my current host dad) we are going to the quaterfinals of the french open. Ahh, boy am i spolied.

I need to go to bed. I am exhausted. I have literally fallen asleep at school in a class every day for the past two weeks. So, due to this probably not so good reputation giver for the US of A, I am going to attempt to go to bed while it is still light out. At 9:30.

Bisous

Reflections of a ratéd phone call

Last night, I had the amazing opportunity to talk with someone from back home who is very important to me. I was so happy. Afterwards though, I came to the realization that, it actually wasn't very well passed. I am very disappoingted in myself. There were so many things that I wanted to talk about and did that my conversation wasn't a real conversation. I did absolutely all of the talking. I wish that I could go back in time and redo my 20 minutes with her. Last time that I talked with her was 7 months ago on the phone (like last night) and then other than that, the night before I left the States. I'm afraid of her impression that she got on the phone last night. What if it's not a good one? To be completly honest, I'm afraid to death to find out.

I know that I've changed during this year. I mean, come on, it's not at all possible to go on an exchange and not change. But, what if I've really, really changed though? I'm nervous that maybe I won't fit in with my life back home anymore.? The way that I function and work is different now.

Great, I'm crying in French class now. This is kind of stupid of me. Haha, how many times have I cried in French class during my life? My problem is that I care too much. Why am I worrying about this? I need to stop right now. In any case, I can't change what will happen now. I'm very happy with the choices that I have made in my life and if anyone has any problems with that, je m'en fiche!!!

Hopefully, she will read this and realize that I'm sorry. If we have another change to set things right, It'll be different.

Je suis désolée. Je ne suis pas tout à fait comme ça. Je te jure!! On doit le refaire. Tu me manques beaucoup. Pardonn-moi, s'il te plaît...


Bisous

Freeze Gun

My life here in France is winding down right as it is starting to speed up. I only have like, 9 weeks left here in France. It is absolutely crazy how fast it has gone. I am not ready at all to come home but, at the same exact time, I am starting to think of seeing everyone back home. It seems like I have no time here anymore. Everything is flying by. I always have something going on. I just wish that I could freeze time.

If you figure out how to stop time, let me know. I will eternally be grateful.

Bisosu