It’s been a month to the day since I landed in France, and I haven’t updated at all. (See? I told you I suck at these things!) My only excuse is that I’ve been busy living life instead of writing about it. I’m trying to catch up as quickly as I can, but until that happens, posts will probably be longer with less detail. Unless something extraordinary happens that warrants mucho detail. I know the first month is the most important, and that’s why I want to still write about it even though the info is old. Anyways, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?
Red Eyes
For some reasons unknown, I could not comprehend that it was so late in September that I would be leaving soon, and so I kept pushing off everything I needed to accomplish: namely calling my credit card companies, talking to my bank about transferring money, buying toiletries, packing. . . . I made multiple mental lists which only became physical lists two days before I left for France. I may procrastinate like a pro, but I make up for it by catching up at warp speed. And first on the list? My first good-byes.
