I take off for Paris in over a month, it seems like itll be ages before i actually think of packing even though I’m doing that already and making a list of all the clothes that i want to buy. I probably won’t post until then but I am posting this to express my intentions into the void of people. this will be my first time out in the world, outside of my comfortable bubble that is Lakewood, Dallas, TX and my yearly trips to the beach in Ft. Morgan, Alabama. While i will not be on my own, it will be a change and am looking forward to the change in scenery and culture and pretty much everything. I plan to be a tourist. There is a connotation to the word that makes people think it’s a bad thing... but its not. It just means you are cherishing the culture around that is unfamiliar. I, of course, am overjoyed at this point leading up to the trip, making money only to be spent in little shops in Paris, but that’s besides the point. i have this feeling that I will change, I will be scared, I wont be the bubbly girl consider myself to be. Going on this trip with only family members also will make it run its course differently, while i’ll want to go to bars to be hit on by hot foreigners my family, and by that i mean my great uncle, will limit me to the historical significance of some building. I’m sure it will all be interesting but at this point in my life as I head into my first year of independence i just want to be independent already. And while that was a nice rant i should probably explain why i wanted to write this in the first place, well I’m going to be a communication major and well it just makes sense to communicate with you or whoever or nobody. I consider myself a nostalgic person and i often like to ask myself the question “how will I look back at this in 20 years?” and that’s why I’m writing this.
