
i saw this girl in the metro back in october, and i swear if i were a man, i think i would have fallen in love!! un coup de foudre....
anyway, i'm at the eve of my departure and i'm hopelessly trying to fit 7yrs of my life into 25 kilos...somehow. if it seems impossible, then believe me it is!!
my heart has swollen up to thrice it's size, my stomach is in knots, i feel so nervous and wonder and ask myself if i am doing the right thing. i know paris will always be here for me, it is after all where i grew up and set me to be the woman i am starting to turn into. i have had a lovely time here, making life what it is, meeting the people i have, who've practically been like my second family to me. over the week i have had one or two teary good byes from people i will not see tonight. it's made me realise how much i have come to feel at home here even though this is far from being 'chez moi'.
thank you all for everything. thank you for the laughs and tears and the blinding flashes!! now i wish i had more time to spend but then i know what i am doing is for the right set of reasons and although it seems scary right now, i will definately get over it, since i am going home.
the reckless immature part of me wants to say 'bon allez une derniere bonne torchade!!!' ('ok one last pissed night out on the town') but then the 'chronologically' 25yr old in me already wants to set my 7am wake up alarm!!! :)
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