I have so much to reflect on about my semester in Paris but I have no idea how to start.
All I know is that 4 months is way too little. Just when I was feeling comfortable in my new home, I had to leave.
I’ll be back, France. À bientôt, ma cherie.
Weather is so beautiful out and all I want to do is take a nice walk through Paris. But guess I’ll just settle for taking a dusk-y drive through my neighborhood. This is a weird kind of homesickness.
Reverse culture shock is legit kind of a thing.
Feels so weird to be speaking in English to people.