I'm now 23.
Oh dear.

I'm home in MD for the week.
I'm dealing with things...
But on the bright side, the weather is beautiful, I'm going to the gym every day, the thesis is coming along, I realise how much I love it here, and the folks are being wonderful.
But WHYohWHYohWHY am I upset by This???

It's 5 degrees outside. Fahrenheit. It was ONE degree yesterday. All day.

I miss HOME... where it was 55 and sunny (according to my Papa) on Saturday.

Unbelievable.

Back at school - oh happy happiness! Missed it sooo much, and now have some great senior/luck perks: staff parking permit, super single, "friend," 4 days to waste until classes start. Might just have to start drinking. Riiight about... now.

I have two weeks to outlast this city before I go home for good. Scratch that - I'll be back in Europe sooner than I know... granted that I'm over here at least once a year. Spoiled? True ( Read more... )

Home tomorrow until the 5th!!! Drop me a line if you're in town, if'n you like.

1 week and some-odd hours until I get on the metro and to Charles de Gaulle to fly home. I guess I should admit that I've been making a list of everything "to do" when I'm home for my short break, and the top of my list reads "loving physical contact." Auuuuugh, you don't realise how much you crave it until your body is literally paining to be ( Read more... )

... No, really. I have 18 more days here in Paris, then I get to hop on that big ol' American plane and get my American ass back to *where?* where I belong. I miss home more than I ever thought was possible. I miss school. I miss my privacy and my car and the concept of personal space. I also miss extra-strength deoderant, 65-cent sodas, soft ( Read more... )

We're about to begin our second month in Paris and already I feel divided between wanting to stay here forever and wanting to rush home at this very second. Many things I miss about America, down to the most banal and silly. I'm beginning to feel like a bit more of a local, given that now I say "Oh, I live here," but in many ways I still feel ( Read more... )

So I have finally made it to Paris, after a month in Tours which left me regretting that I had ever given up regular biking. I had a bike, but now I have none. The only reason for that is the fact that Parisian drivers are absolutely insane and I've already seen bicyclists been nearly hit way too many times. My living conditions are... sparse. ( Read more... )