It's funny how while in France I barely wrote at all. Really, I don't see it as a bad thing. I mean, when you're really having fun/ experiencing new things, who has time to sit down, write in English (boringgg) and try to make sense of it all? As I sit at my computer wearing an ugly beige down vest over a sea foam cashmere sweater I've stolen from my mom (sorry I mean new roommate), I realize this is the time to write a blog about my travels and time in France. It is certainly more exciting and glamorous than my current predicament of working an 8:30 to 4:30 where I actually skip my 30 minute lunch break just to get done faster. So I'm going to try this again. Maybe on nights when I've exhausted online TV and my friends are studying or home living in apartments instead of with their mother, I'll add some highlights of a year that allowed me to breathe and wander and smile.
Ok that burst of creative writing energy has just entered and passed through my body in the couple of minutes it took me to write this post. Hopefully it will stay longer next time or I'll become faster at typing. Welp, goodnight!
