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So, yeah, I lied about the actually writing about something. I'm back to whine about how I don't want to go to France anymore because leaving! California! Is! Scary! Waaaaaaaah!

I mean what was I thinking? I? Am a homebody. A HOMEbody, people! I hate going to the grocery store because the bright lights and crowds make me dizzy and tired and I usually need a nap afterwards. Why am I going to France? And in the winter?

I know that this is supposed to be "no big deal" because a lot of people study abroad for a few months during college and everyone comes home talking about how great it was. But. I don't know. It just feels like a big deal to me for some reason. Suddenly four and a half months sounds like an eternity. Which, I know, it's not.

I guess I'm just afraid I'm not as strong as most people. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Suddenly the thought of being away from all my support systems is really upsetting and I'm homesick before I've even left. Aren't I supposed to be excited or something?

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Chin up little Buckeroo!

Although I'm not a fan of the French, you will have an absolute blast. France is one of the most beautiful, history-rich places on the planet.

It will be a bright spot in your life, and, an experience you'll share with your kids and grandkids one day.

# posted by  tony : 4:51 AM

 

I don't think my first comment worked.

You have the greatest support system in the world and that is God. It maybe a great opportunity for you to have to lean on Him more.

I agree with Tony it will be something, that you will remember always.

# posted by  Todd Mogilner : 2:13 PM

 

Go for it. It will probably be hell for a few weeks. As you might know no one . But by the time you leave you want will not want to.

Ans it is always good to see how life is else where. Open horizons and all that

# posted by  Simon : 4:00 PM

 

I freak out every time at the airport, and the phrase, "who do I think I am!?" runs across my mind.

The greatest type of adventure begins with a "who am I kidding?" thought.

You are right in that you will probably become more independent and learn about the trustworthness of God when you're alone and not sure where you are.

And then you will come home and get married and be committed to a place and a person. =) IM us!

# posted by  Lian : 5:26 PM

 

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