The Beginning

I feel as if to cap this blog I should write about how much I’ve grown and how much I’ve changed. Instead, I think I’ll just mention that I don’t want to leave. Less than 48 hours until I’m over the Atlantic, and it still seems as if it won’t come, as if I’ll still be here or the flight is just a necessary evil and I’ll be here once those million hours of Christmas travel hell are over.

But no, I’ve lost it. I found the peace, but when I know I’m being forced away, I lose it. 24 hours of exploration left, and I still have so much to do. Not sightseeing wise, since I’ve been to so many things in Paris, but just looking. I need to just look, and to have the opportunity to think, rather than grab it, and then lose it when I move. I can do this at home, but it’s just not the same, and I won’t have the direct access.

Hell, this has been the best four months of my young life.

I wonder how next semester will be? I hope you enjoy how different I feel I am.

Live, love, and learn, friends. I’ll see you in Texas.

Au revoir, Paris. And it’s true, je t’aime. Too much.