So, here I am. I finally made it. I'm sitting in Charles de Gaulle airport with my excess amount of luggage, debating whether or not I'm ready for what's about to happen. I know that I've been homesick for a large portion of my stay in France, but the thought of it all being over is quite saddening.
Yesterday, I put the final touches on packing up my room, and after the grouch of a French man checked my room, I was officially homeless in France. It was quite sad to close the door of the apartment, which was most times my safe haven and the closest thing to a home that I've had in almost half a year. After the solemn moment, I went upstairs to enjoy a Finnish dinner prepared by Anna where all of my closest friends were present. After that, we moved to a bar in the center of town, where everyone came out to spend a few minutes with me and have a beer. It was truly astonishing that amongst finals week, everyone took a few hours out of their hectic schedule to see me off. After a few "Let me know when you're in the US"'s and "It was great meeting you"'s, I realized that I had spent the past 5 months with the same group of people day in and day out. What I never knew before coming here, was how much I'd learn about myself through other people. Truly beautiful.
After a few tears and a few beers (quite the poet, I know), the group dispersed. It's really hard to say goodbye to someone never really knowing if you'll see them again. Sure, it's easy to say, but the reality of seeing everyone is sadly farfetched. I cried the most saying goodbye to Zuzy, of course. She was so sick, but she stayed out the entire night until I went home. What a true friend. She already committed to buying a blackberry so that we can chat whenever :) My Brazilian friends saw me off with lots of hugs, chocolate, brazilian money (to make sure I actually visit), and a beautiful locket with a picture of my two girlfriends from Brazil. Daniele, my Italian friend, bought me an odd turban/hat that matches headbands of my closest friends. That way, we're all a group. I didn't really get it, but the thought was certainly understood.
This morning, I woke up numb. Anna brought me to the train, and as we waited, friends showed up one by one. I told them not to come, but they helped me get my luggage on the train and waved goodbye. So dramatic. Luckily, a nice Canadian comrade of mine was going to the airport to get her mother, so she helped me with my bags until we parted ways.
A few hours I'll be on the plane, and although this journey in France is over, it only has started something new for me. What will be next? To be continued...
xoxo,
Amanda
