Home is where your rump rests

I've been blogging less and less lately. I think I understand why though. There's nothing significant to tell. I'm not saying that everyday I spend in France doesn't mean anything. In fact, I'm saying the exact opposite. Everyday in France just feels like everyday anywhere else because this place has become home. All the things that may seem significant to my friends and family aren't to me anymore, they are just my life.

I walk to the grocery store and I buy all my food. I go sit in the park or by the lake, surrounded by mountains. I open my window in my room while I hang my laundry on the drying rack. I walk to school where I sit in lectures for 2 hours at a time. At least I used to do that last bit. I'm on the last leg of my French education right now. I'm on break and after break I will be taking my exams. I'm trying not to freak out too much about that though.

I'm not ready to say goodbye to this life. The closer I get to my departure date, the more I want to freeze time and stay here forever. I want to be able to hop on a train and go to Paris. I want to be able to hop on another train and spend the day in Annecy, by the lake and where the speculoos ice cream is. I like to walk around the center of town in Chambery just to get out of my room and enjoy the day. I love that everyday there seems to be a cool breeze and there's never any humidity. I love fresh bread and pastries, I love french ice cream, and I love macarons.

I'm comfortable here and I'm happy here. I miss my friends and family, but I find that it's not unbearable to be away. I can adapt to living somewhere else and on my own. That's a big step that's started leading me toward deciding what I want to do with my life and where I want to do it. Knowing that I'm capable of this makes future decisions easier.

I will come home, for those of you worried that I'm going to never leave this country. Even though I love France, I've already bought my return ticket so expect me back. But just know that this will not be the last time I ever blog from France, even after my next month and numbered days are up. There's a part of me that's always going to be in this country...and a part of this country that will always be with me, both emotionally and physically.