Packing for the adventure.

Next Sunday, my brief life of 4 months begins in Paris. I can hardly contain myself, or any of my belongings into a suitcase. I have always dreamed of this city, having visited only once before, and continued paining myself through French grammar for the past seven years. Needless to say, I am ecstatic. My whole life, down to the place I brush my teeth, the place I get my coffee, and the place I attend class, is about to change. The only constant, however, will be my undying love for crêpes and nutella, which will be satisfied multiple times a week, and will probably result in some severe wardrobe malfunctions in the future.

Paris, je te verrai encore! Mais oui, je viendrai!