I thrive in a city where there is an inverse relationship between croissants consumed and weight gained...I thrive in a city where there is an inverse relationship between croissants consumed and weight gained...^ The topic on my morning TV show today, which really made me laugh. It’s a TV show about parenting, so usually it’s about childrens’ allergies, or pregnancy issues, but today it was about cougars.
Oddly enough, last night as I was trying to fall asleep, it felt weird not having Grant sleeping on the floor next to me. I kinda miss having someone with me all the time!
Today, after sitting for 3 hours in the library of Paris VII, I realized that it wasn’t excessive urban sociology research that was making me semi-nauseous. No, it’s the fact that tomorrow is the first of December, which makes it all too easy to count how many days I have until I have to go home.
As much as I would like to live up every day that I have left here, a couple of large homework assignments are getting in the way.
And people ask, are you excited to go home? are you going to miss Paris?
Frankly, I’ve never had the option of staying a whole year (though I have unrealistically tossed the idea around in my head just to see how tough I thought I was), so I always knew that December 18 was d-day. And yesterday, while on my Starbucks date with Annie, I was explaining how it was so engrained in my mind that December 18th is the day, that I feel no emotion swinging one way or the other. It doesn’t matter if I will miss Paris or if I will want to go home, because it’s happening 12/18 whether I like it or not.
However, every time I think about it I get a knot in my stomach…sometimes when I think really hard, I can smell, see, and hear home, and it just kinda scares me. It’s such reality.
Urban Green