Well my time in France is done for now and I am back home. As we all know, I will never forget my time there and it is so bitter-sweet to be home. I made some pretty fantastic friends. Friends from different countries, different states and all with the most wonderful views and experiences. I think that might be the hardest part about leaving. Leaving all those wonderful, fantastic people.
What isn’t hard is leaving French University. And that’s the last time I complain about it here! Because I will also miss just how jank the Fac des Lettres was. I doubt I’ll go into a building like it again!
I’m also going to miss this. My home street. The place I walked up everyday for a year. Cobblestones, a sketchy shisha place and the strangest lingerie shop I’ve ever come across.
France, I’ll miss you. My friends, I will miss you more.
Having my parents and brother to visit me here was incredible. Tired as I was afterwords, it was well worth every second. The trips we did were fun, but honestly. It was good just to be together as a family and to show them where I’m living. Because, as I said before, this is really where I am living.
I got to introduce them to real hot chocolate. Which is basically like drinking hot pudding and is generally the most delicious thing ever.
I also went with them here. To Cassis.
Yeah. If you haven’t gone. Put that one on your list. Or at least some Calanques somewhere.
Oh. And Montagne Sainte-Victoire. Because it’s one of the most amazing and stunning and arresting and generally awesome views I’ve ever seen.
Two weeks of classes left before two weeks of break and then two weeks of finals. And then home.
But it’s interesting. “Home,” evasive as it has been for me the past four years of my life, seems never to stop shifting for me.
When my parents came to visit, I noticed that this place has become my home. I’m not a tourist here. I do touristy things sometimes, but even then I return home to Aix. And that’s the thing about study abroad I most definitely didn’t think about or anticipate.
I’m not just a student. Or a bystander. Or “an American.”