After the initial excitement surpasses, reality begins to sink it's grimy little teeth into my skin.
I'm leaving.
I'm moving thousands and thousands of miles away. From everything; from everyone.
I'm living with people I've never met, in a town I know nothing about, where they speak French- not English.
I'm leaving behind 23 years of friends, 23 years of family, 7 years with my first love, and a lifetime full of security in knowing that I have family close by if I ever need them.
Over there I will be alone,perhaps not in love or spirit, but in reality.
But surprisingly, at least for today, I think I am okay with all of this...
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GOOD LUCK. YOU'LL DO GREAT!
The Little Blonde Kid
Danielle, you'll be fine. If you need anything, email me. We will both be on the same continent now :)
Thanks, Chloe! And if you happen to make your way over to France during the next year, let me know- maybe we could meet up for some coffee!
Good luck with going to France. I've moved a lot in my life, including overseas and back, so i know how intimidating nd loely it can be.
I choose to think of it as exploring though. Going where I haven't been before, doing things I wouldn't have the chance to do back otherwise, seeing things in person I've only been able to read about in books before, and meeting new people. I read somewhere, 'A stranger is only a friend you haven't met yet.' I try to live by that.
yay for you, and yay for adventure!
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