I can’t believe that it is my last day in France! I can hardly quantify how much I’ve learned
and experienced these last four months. Living
and participating in a new culture has opened my eyes to new perspectives, that
I’m only a part of a larger world of similar and different systems of doing
things and looking at life. It has also
taught me that these systems are not so different, and none of them are “right”
or “wrong”, just different ways of experiencing life.
Listening to Smash Mouth’s “All Star” while I write this, a
lyric spoke out a truth that I have learned here in France: “What’s wrong with
taking the backstreets? You’ll never
know if you don’t go.” A lot of the best
experiences can only be had after exploring off of the beaten path. This was especially true in Montpellier’s Old
Quarter and in Paris’s Montmartre.
I have made some great friends over the semester and shared
many memorable experiences with them. I
regret leaving them all, but earnestly hope to meet up with them again in the
not-so-distant future. My host family has
genuinely become like another family. I
couldn’t have asked to live with a more welcoming, more helpful group of people
who I have come to appreciate as the de Boutray family.
I am almost completely packed; there just remains some
last-minute things to throw into my suitcase, which is a full kilogram and some
under the allowed weight, which is a magical feeling. My plane leaves at 6:30 in the morning, and I
should be stateside a little bit after 4:00 in the afternoon local time. So here’s to travel! See you all soon.