God, France is beautiful.
I went on a coast trip to Nice, Cannes, and Monaco this weekend and it was absolutely incredible. After Venice, the two and a half hour bus ride home was a breeze; I listened to some music, had a little nap and took in the scenery. During the last 10 minutes of the ride I had a startling moment of perspective. The weekend had felt like a vacation, thus I felt like I was going home. For a second, ‘home’ confused me because it wasn’t completely disorienting thinking of Aix as the place that fills that term. It’s always weird freshman year of college the first time you call your dorm ‘home’ and take it back a million times because you have ONE home and it’s with your family. Maybe I’m getting better at adapting to things or it’s possible that I haven’t fully realized that I’m going to be in France for four more months, but one way or another I’m really ok with being here. I of course miss the people I love and the little luxuries of things like perpetual snacking and stand up showers, but I’m thinking that abroad was definitely the right decision for me. For some reason I’ve been feeling really inspired lately, like there’s something I should be doing…and that if I really want to, I could be good at it. I want to draw, and paint, and dance and play soccer and read and write and hike and explore, and speak French and do EVERYTHING.
Ahhh I just need to take a second and organize things.
So many dreams swinging outta the blue,
Well let them come true.
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