In less than 9 days, I’ll be touching down in Europe for the first time. First stop is a brief layover in Iceland and then on to London for 2 whirlwind days before going on to my new home for the next 6 weeks, Paris.
Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I don’t think I still believe it’s quite happening. Despite the flight reservations and subletting and goodbye party to the contrary. In a typical fashion, I’m having a bout of melancholy before I even get anywhere, but I’m excited for this long overdue trip. It feels important for me to do it (mostly) alone and in a very different stage in my life than it would’ve been as an undergrad. I definitely haven’t been practicing my French enough, but I think I’ve got plenty of energy for this. Wish me luck.