Well, it is now August and I've decided to attempt documenting this journey I am about to throw myself in. In exactly 23 days I will be getting on a plane to Boston to leave for France. In exactly 25 days, I will be flying across the Atlantic into a new world. I honestly do no know what to expect. I am nervous and yet I am more excited than anything. I'm going to be living in a town north of Paris, called Amiens. The only thing I know about the town is that it is small and full of gothic cathedrals, how ironic right and according to my family, everyone knows everyone. I've communicated a couple times with my family and am nervous for the first face to face meeting.
Last weekend I went and bought suitcases...oh was that an adventure. I've limited myself to only two. For me, that is NOTHING. I do not know how I am going to fit everything, yet they are big enough that I could probably fit in one...
I know a lot of people have doubt in me that I will go through with this. But to be honest, I am ready to go and have come to terms with the fact that I WILL be homesick, I WILL want to come home, and I WILL hate it sometimes. I am extremely close to my family and it will be a really hard adjustment but something I will hopefully cherish forever.
Everytime in my house someone mentions the word "France" my youngest sister, Davie, throws a fit and says "NO YOU ARE NOT GOING!!" To be honest, I think she comprehends the fact that I'm going away, just not the time. A year, for me, is a really long time. When I come home, I'll be different, my friends will, my family, especially my sisters, my puppy, and everything.
Well, who knows when I will write next!
Bailey
