I can't believe I leave Grenoble in less than two weeks now. Over the summer, when it was two weeks to leaving I was packed and ready, nervous as all heck, and planning everything. Now, on the flip-side, I'm in total denial. I refuse to pack anything, or even think about packing any more than "Wow, I have a lot of stuff, it would be hard to pack all that." The mere thought of leaving brings me to tears. I'm not looking forward to the harsh realities of reverse culture shock, of missing all the things and places I've grown to love here, not being able to speak French whenever I please... Don't get me wrong though, I'm looking forward to seeing friends and family but after a visit with some people I'd like to come back here ASAP. Is that so much to ask? Heck, I'd even take more long boring classes if it meant staying. I guess in the long run it will just mean more to me when I am able to come back to my beloved France. Amazing how my opinions have changed in 4 months, isn't it?
In other news the weather here is rain rain and more rain. Where's the frigid dryness? I'd like that back. Last week of classes. Hip hip hooray!!! Have a good week everyone!
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i want to go back to guate... but mainly because i'm freezing my butt off here!! miss ya lots... and sadly... your last two weeks will go fast... but can't wait to talk with ya... p.s. i had my first fall of the winter this morning... i really don't waste any time... :)
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