i thanked the giant puddles that give me an excuse to do grand jete's in the street!
and CAS for always being open when i need it...pit stops, a moment of zen, a moment of dry, i feel like it's my own personal Room of Requirement.
i made lovely friends at the B of A and did informative and important things
and somehow in all this, with a little help from my friends, i packed!
AND was underweight with BOTH suitcases...ah thank you!
and i had a couple weird moments of deja vu as i walked into Logan's Int'l. terminal and up to the Aer Lingus counter. And then i was on the runway, leaving for Dubbers, and realized what was happening! I squealed and cried a bit to myself when the welcomed everyone in Gaelic and saw the hills to the north of dublin as i enjoyed my muffin and coffee. I wish so much that i could run out of the airport and stay for a bit but then i realized that i'm going to Paris...
i'm going to LIVE in Paris! and speak French everyday and haven't I been looking forward to this exact moment since Oh...ABOUT the time i began taking French in 7th grade. And when i get on my final flight to Charles de Gaulle in about an hour, then i see the land on the other side of a smaller blue than the big one i flew over last night, it's gonna hit me hard.
i was able to save myself a few and book the shuttle for my arrival which HOPEFULLY i'll be able to find. and when she spoke French on the phone, i remembered that I'd have to do that too. exciting but then i got the pit in my stomach that came before Brazil and came before China...
the knot that says, "why yes, you will embarrass yourself, probably multiple times!" the one that says, "just keep trying and then getting your coffee entirely in French will be a proud moment that'll make you wanna wear a beret!"
the one that also says, "you got yourself into this again!? you're a glutton for punishment sometimes"
but i think i'm ready to embrace all of that, and be excited about it!
side notes:
irish guys, not as attractive as i remembered (curse that rose-colored fog of nostaligia)
americans, surprising how quickly they start to seem annoying and uncouth again...very vexing.
(i love americans, we're ridiculous, but i need a few that i can point to and say proudly, "YES, we have the same Motherland" but those always seem sparse when i travel, where are we hiding them??)
i have an unhealthy love for airports, i find them strangely zen.
i looked over our orientation schedule AND our calendar for the semester and i think Paris and i will get along swimmingly, we have such similar interests and they are all present and accounted for in our calendar: pique-niques! cinema + crepe nights (perfection much?) theatre outings; cooking classes; and museums!! so many museums! this will go well!
