I literally never thought I would see this day, but here I am in Bordeaux with one week left. It's absolutely mind-boggling to think back on this semester...I would say like it feels like just yesterday that I was unpacking my things and moving into my new home with the Etchebers but in reality I feel like I've been here ages. I've had first day of school jitters in another country, eaten brain, watched the sun rise while walking home from clubs in Barcelona, canoed through the French countryside, drunk Prosecco five minutes from the Pantheon, seen Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower (and then again from the depths of the catacombs), stayed out all night, slept all day, taken finals in a different language (hopefully passed them)...everything is flooding back to me and it seems SURREAL. Saying goodbye to all my friends, American and French, is much harder than I thought too. I knew that I would make wonderful connections here in Bordeaux but I haven't even left France and I'm already plotting my return. The French language may sometimes be a huge pain in the ass (I swear I will NEVER learn how to pronounce the difference between dessous and dessus), and while nothing can compare to the joy of a humongous California burrito after a long day in the Sacramento sun, I am going to seriously miss my life in Bordeaux. I have gotten gloriously used to waking up to a fresh croissant on the kitchen counter, buying our ritual late-night bottles of wine from the mec at Victoire, getting lost in the city and then stumbling upon medieval ruins, going to apartment parties and gossiping in French, and being able to take a train and be in Paris 3 hours later. This semester abroad was nothing short of a beautiful crazy cultural rollercoaster... I'm staring at the two suitcases that are laying empty on my floor and wondering how the hell I'm going to take all of it back with me.
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