Printemps a Paris

Gabrielle Verdier emailed the group to let us know about the last meeting before we leave and reminded us that it was officially only 32 days before we left. 32. This doesn’t seem real whatsoever. I can’t believe that in only a matter of a few weeks I’m going to be living with a host family…again, and dealing with homesickness, again…and speaking bad French, again.

But what I keep reminding myself is that I need this. All those plans to try and go abroad with friends fell through. Each time I prayed for another opportunity it came up and everytime they ended until I came to the realization that you know what? Life is not going to happen until you are willing to step out there, on your own. No one can hold your hand. You just have to do it.

Personally, I think this is a great realization. Especially since the fire. What can hurt me? I’ve already experienced the most horrible pain any human being can feel and I deserve to really live my life as technically I’m supposed to be dead right now. Did I really get the luck of the draw to crawl out of that house alive to be a wimp afraid of everything and never try because she’s afraid of failure? No. I need to believe in myself and the positivity of this decision, of this trip. If I give out positive energy, it will come back to me. Maybe I should get that tattooed on me somewhere. Strength and energy….

And sorry to any of you guests who’ve stopped to take a look at my journal, it’s not v. exciting right now but I promise in about 30 days, it’ll get good. So, just wait. Please?

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