I'm writing this blog post from a hostel on the Rive Gauche. Tomorrow I will be back in Aix, trying my best to finish up these last few weeks filled with presentations and papers. I'd be lying if I told you I'm not freaking out about it... there's a reason why I wrote all my deadlines on post-its I stuck onto my bedroom wall. I have this constant need to keep thinking about the future, and at first it sort of got in the way of my full enjoyment of Paris - I even did some reading during my second night here. And like, okay, I'm probably going to do some reading again tonight, but still. Vacances. My mind kept going back to that poster at the Marseille-Provence airport, which said something along the lines of "Oubliez la crise, faites la valise!"

So eventually, I started to let go... though I think I got a little too lax about it. I was so lax that I uh, ended up overdrawing on my checking account. And my credit isn't doing so hot after finally purchasing my return flight home so yes, I was definitely in a bit of a pickle. But surprisingly enough, even with all of the stress from school and finances, I can safely say I had a wonderful time in Paris. However, like a lot of big cities I've visited (which admittedly isn't very many), I can only take it in small doses.

I feel like I've written this entry in my head many times before. With a little over a month to go, I figured I should get started on this whole "saying goodbye to Aix" thing. I think my peers have already started the process - I've heard a couple of people sprinkle "that's what I'm going to miss most about France" at the beginning or end of their sentences.

I understand the idea of not wanting to talk about the end, but it's so easy to get swept up in the rendez-vous and the traveling and the projects that the end will end up hitting you like a semi if you don't take care to look before crossing, you know? So this is me looking both ways - side to side, behind and beyond - and trying my best not to get run over.