La vie commence

Well, I'm in France.

After seven years of dreaming, I'm finally here.

And it's the weirdest thing.

Before I go all philosophical, here's my life as of this moment:

I'm currently living in Tours, France with a 73 year old woman named Monique, a cat named Mouchette,and a dog named Jack (and another girl from the Sweet Briar Program, but that's not important). I (and the 88 other students in the Sweet Briar JYF program) am talking language courses at L'Institute de Touraine and have been for the last week and a half. Classes begin around 8h45 and last till 11h45. Then I grab lunch (usually a jambon, beurre, emmental sandwich) and eat it on the bank of the Loire River; sometimes with company, but often alone. Then I walk around town a little if it's nice; shop, visit the cathedral, that kind of thing. Then it's back home to my bed and gossip girl until 19h30. Then a long dinner with Monique. Then bedtime.

Eh. The food is good. I can drink. I don't know. There isn't much to do in Tours, so I'm often in my bed messing around on the computer. Plus it's been raining lately, and who wants to go out in the rain?

Eh. That's how I've been feeling so far. Just eh. I mean, it was so hard leaving home. Saying goodbye to my brother and sister the day I left was one of the saddest moments of my life. Plus I miss my friends and the life I had at Whitworth. Plus, I just miss life being simple. I know (or at least I hope) this experience will change my life and myself, but at this point I'm not sure it's worth the loss that I'm feeling.

The people are okay. Haven't met any of my French peers yet. I've made a few "friends" in the program, but I didn't come here to become instant bff with everyone and go out drinking every night (like the majority of people). I like being alone.

Anyways, I move to Paris on Thursday for the long haul of this adventure. I can't wait for the freedom of a big city. We'll see if things start improving then.

Know that I miss you dreadfully.
<3 B

PS: I'm twenty. Crazy thing.