Dear World,
I leave for Europe in less than three weeks to start my study abroad program.
Fact: I've never been out of the country. I just got a passport right before the beginning of the year, even. See! I even got this cheap, touristy case!
I leave for Europe in less than three weeks to start my study abroad program.
Fact: I've never been out of the country. I just got a passport right before the beginning of the year, even. See! I even got this cheap, touristy case!
I've always wanted to leave the country and see what else the world has to offer other than a Southern twang, but I never made any moves towards doing so until recently.
And now it's all being set into motion. I trek to Europe in late May, then I venture to France for 6 weeks and hop around to "surrounding" towns (Barcelona and Florence, je pense). And then, once I've finished the program, I'll be traveling for another week or so. Because why not?
I'm not going to lie, but I am completely terrified. I'm going to France to pursue a French minor, and experience a part of the country I have always wanted to see.
I'm shaking in my boots that the courses will be too hard and that the French will hate how American I am.
But beyond all that, I am thrilled. I can't wait to have new experience and meet new people. To eat a ridiculous amount of carbs and bask in all the bread-y goodness. And did I mention cheese and wine? How could I forget those?
These next few months of my life are going to be amazing. I can feel it. It's going to be tiresome, being thrown into the middle of things and absorbing so much French. But I think - just maybe - I can do it.
France & senior year, here I come!
And in the spirit of all things French, or whatever. Here's my girl Yelle - "Je veux te voir"
And now it's all being set into motion. I trek to Europe in late May, then I venture to France for 6 weeks and hop around to "surrounding" towns (Barcelona and Florence, je pense). And then, once I've finished the program, I'll be traveling for another week or so. Because why not?
I'm not going to lie, but I am completely terrified. I'm going to France to pursue a French minor, and experience a part of the country I have always wanted to see.
I'm shaking in my boots that the courses will be too hard and that the French will hate how American I am.
But beyond all that, I am thrilled. I can't wait to have new experience and meet new people. To eat a ridiculous amount of carbs and bask in all the bread-y goodness. And did I mention cheese and wine? How could I forget those?
These next few months of my life are going to be amazing. I can feel it. It's going to be tiresome, being thrown into the middle of things and absorbing so much French. But I think - just maybe - I can do it.
France & senior year, here I come!
And in the spirit of all things French, or whatever. Here's my girl Yelle - "Je veux te voir"