Well tomorrow is my French final. Am I prepared? I think so, but honestly I am not good at this language. Really, I am not. And that fact sucks because I am going to be taking it for the next year and a half so I can become fluent and teach here. Why does Paris have to be so awesome, but it's language so terrible??
I have had a great last few days with my friends in Paris though. On Monday me and some friends just hung out in my room, enjoyed some wine, beer, and scottish whisky and then made a late night run to Planet Food for french fries. We spoke French as we ordered our food and had a great time. Yesterday I went to the Frog and the British Library for a pint and dinner with friends and tonight I went to falafel with friends. We are doing lasts. It was the last time we would all go to Planet Food, get a pint at one of the Frog pubs, get falafel, and tomorrow will be my last Kayser breakfast and lunch. I have splurged this week on food, because in a few short days I will go back to my spinach, tomato and egg diet. So I have been enjoying the delicious pastries, simplistic brie sandwiches, and other things that I will not be able to get back home. I am spending time with people who have become very dear to me. I also have decided that when I get back I am going to be a vegetarian. My friend Grace does it for environment sustainability reasons and I cannot help but be intrigued. So I have decided to give it a go. It'll will definitely help my wallet at school, and since I'll be cooking for myself it'll be quite easy.
Wow, I am going to have an apartment. When did this happen? When did I grow up? It seems like yesterday I was this junior in high school going on her first real date. It seems like yesterday I was graduating from high school. It seems like yesterday I was leaving for France. And now here I am with less than twelve days left in Europe. So many amazing memories and lessons learned.
Well I have my final and my last class. Then my papa comes and I get to introduce him to my Paris. But before I go, I want to explain why I say my when I talk about Paris. This is the only place in the world that I feel is mine. I have very few memories with family, no memories with my ex or friends from Chicago, and while this may seem selfish, I love that. I love that this was my experience. Mine. How very seldom one gets to utter that word and feel good about it. Goodnight everyone.
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