WHAT?
I don't know where the year went, it clearly didn't go into blog posts...
I cannot wrap my head around the fact that I am headed back to Canada on June 21st. I am incredibly excited to see everyone at home (I miss my friends, family and Island beaches) but I also cannot imagine not being in France anymore... Not having people yelling english words at you on the street, only because they know you speak english... stepping in dog-poop in the french cluttered streets and knowing more people in Dijon then most of the residents because we're 10 english girls in small town France...
Yes, I will miss school (kind of?) although I still cannot wrap my head around french school structure, discipline, rewards and marks... I don't think it is a concept I will ever completely understand... Regardless of how much time it spends boggling my mind.
I will no longer have to yearn after marshmallow bananas and will no longer have to import my peanut butter, but I am pretty sure I can live with that...
No longer walking down the european cobblestone streets, looking out my window to a beautiful (manmade) lake, waking up to the dog in my house either barking, howling or playing with a squeaky toy, being able to say what you want- when you want... because no one understands you.
When I came on exchange I was apprehensive as to how I would adjust and it took a lot for me to get used to France and all of the differences (not that I could name them now..) but, believe me I did and as excited as I am to travel for 2 weeks and then head home- My heart is going to ache when I have to say goodbye to this charming little city.
goodbye...
dijon mustard
fountain douche
terrible french music
cheap cheese, wine and bread
big, overpriced rent- house
Lac Kir
the 'Fam'
Eddie (the devil dog)
Well dressed French Men
being able to pay 10 euros to fly to another country
SNCF train strikes
bus strikes
Place de la Libertie
Halles Market
CIEF
number 3 bus (the sketchiest bus ever)
the botanical gardens with the imported ducks
Lafayette
Kebabs and Hassan, my favourite Kebab french man EVER
Byron Bay
the bis
Grand Cafe
espressos
kir
macarons
Mme. (and the hundreds of things i was yelled at for)
Dijon friends... French, British and American
divia controllers
monoprix
I would like to thank France for ruining my english vocabulary and sentence structure.. It's going to take me another 8 months to be able to speak english properly again.
This year feels like a dream. It was the most amazing 8 months and I am so greatful for everyone that helped make it happen and I met along the way. I will never get back what I have experienced and learnt in the last 8 months. Now here come the waterworks... greeeaaat
au revoir france (yes 25 days early, but Im going to be a busy girl for the next 3.5 weeks)
xx- gros bisous everyone- see you soon!
