Well, here I am on my last day in France. Can you believe it? I have to say, I was terrified getting on the plane three and a half months ago and I almost peed my pants when I heard French on the airplane on the way over. I was scared of everything--French people, stores, buses, trams, the city. And now, look at me. I have successfully used the bus system (my most proud achievement), I speak French in every restaurant and store I enter, I managed to go to Paris twice and not get lost, I became fluent in another language, and managed to live successfully with a real French family for a third of the year in a CITY.
Now, I'm packing my bags and preparing to say goodbye to head back to my tiny town, and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I feel as though I could accomplish anything after this semester. It definitely wasn't an easy time. I laughed, I cried, I was happy, I felt violent at times, I was frustrated, and I was proud. And I wouldn't change that roller-coaster of emotions for anything. So, now I've given all my gifts and thank-you notes (yes, mom, you did raise me right), but I do still have one more thank you note to write. And that would be to all of you. Forty-three posts later, I have had 670 readers and counting from a number of countries--the United States, Israel, France, Croatia, South Africa, UK, Canada, etc. So thank you for being mildly interested in the happenings of a small town girl trying to survive in a foreign city. It's definitely been an adventure and I thank you for following along. Can't wait to make it back!
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