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He’s just sits there all:

Meanwhile, I’m just like:

It’s probably a little too soon to say that.  I mean I do have 11 days left in this country… But I still can’t believe how much I have enjoyed being here.  I knew I’d like being in France, but I didn’t think I would love it as much as I do. I’m already planning on bringing my family over here someday… aka ASAP. Time to start saving up money yeee.

I know once I get back people will ask me what I loved more about this country.  I hate to be vague but ummm… I loved pretty much everything.  Obviously there’s going to be certain things I will never understand (like the men/dating rules… can I get a WTF round this bitch?… and how they can keep milk and cheese unrefrigerated the whole day and not be afraid of death… #notthebusiness), but as a whole my experience here has been amazing.  I will be eternally grateful for this opportunity.  I can’t believe this experience is coming to an end.  But then again, all good things come to an end.  I was thinking about this quote a few days ago and I wondered: if things don’t end, does that mean they aren’t good?  I don’t know.  All I know is that I am not the same person who came to Paris scared out of her mind 2 months ago.  I’ve changed for the better.  Let the waterworks begin….  

It’s been two months already.  I can’t believe it.  I’m so grateful for this experience and love every day I am here.  France has been so good to me.  French people on the other hand, not so much.  But I take it as part of my experience not only here but in all walks of life.  Every day I am here makes me a stronger and more confident person.  Before I was scared of going on an airplane by myself, but just this weekend I went to Barcelona alone and wasn’t scared to do all of this without someone I knew.  I’m slowly growing up.  

I dread the day I need to leave this country.  I’ve learned so much and even though I want to go back home, I feel like I’m a part of something else now.  San Leandro isn’t my only home anymore.  At least not my real home. I know I’m coming back to Paris someday….. 

When I finally figured out the first few hours of my life after I got off the airport and got off the bus on the way to my homestay, I looked all around me.  It finally hit me. I’M IN PARIS. I’M IN FRANCE. I’M NOT AT HOME ANYMORE.  I was speechless.  It’s so crazy to think that after a few hours on a plane your life can change forever.  I’m immensely grateful for this opportunity.  I can finally practice speaking and living in the culture I had only read about and seen on tv.  I dont think I had culture shock though, at least not yet. The one thing I’ve thought interesting so far, however, has been that everyone is so proper and use their knives and forks and don’t like to touch their food.  Sounds like my kind of people!  You also have to pay for your plastic bags at the store… um but I thought those were always included…

Traveling to Normandy for the weekend was also amazing.  It’s such a cute little place with so many cows (SO MANY COWS) and green grass. It was like the type of place Beauty and the Beast occurred.  A quaint little town.  Visiting the World War II Memorial and Cemetery was also eye-opening.  I had no idea of the extent of  American involvement on French soil.  I felt very proud, I’m not going to lie.  

We’ll see what the rest of these days have in store for me.  I want to do so much, and 3 months is definitely NOT enough time to do it all.  But I’ll try my best…