It’s not you, It’s me…

This is for everyone who has asked for “details” and personal daily photos and room tours. I’m recapping the last three weeks of my life so bear with me, it’s rather lengthy. If you know me, you know that I don’t share too much of my personal life with a lot of people but for this post, I felt it was necessary. I hope you enjoy my thoroughness.

Up until yesterday when asked, “How is France?!” I gave the obligatory “It’s nice” or “So far so good”.

But the truth was I was low-key miserable. That’s an intense word so let me explain *Kevin Hart voice*

Prior to my departure, I was coming down with a cold. So I took some LemSip but did not think much of it since I did not start sneezing or coughing in the days that followed.

Fast forward to arriving in Marseille —-> literally the day after I landed I started sneezing. Went to the pharmacy and got some cold medicine (after translating what I needed via Google Translate first off course). And I seemed to be getting better – until after my first weekend (second week of being here). I had the worst cold I have ever experienced in my 20 years of living: a sore throat, coughing, sneezing, phlegm, headache – the whole nine. I wasn’t sleeping well ’cause I couldn’t breathe out of my nose and it felt like someone punched me under both of my eyes. Hence, why I was miserable. A Canadian girl gave me some extra DayQuil/NyQuil she had and it seemed to help a little bit. After a week of getting worse, I finally found my way to an English-speaking doctor.

Turns out I didn’t have a “common cold”. After examining me, the doctor actually laughed when I told him I had taken DayQuil. He proceeded to say DayQuil wasn’t strong enough for whatever I had. He never did give me a “diagnosis” but prescribed me some medicine to take for five days.

So fast forward five days -> Monday. The devil really be playing games! On Monday I woke up early and I COULD BREATHE, I didn’t sound like a man; I was feeling great like “ooh kill em“- until I tried to stand up. I had this RANDOM throbbing pain in my upper right leg which made walking sooo painful. So I thought “I have three hours until class, maybe I can sleep it off and I’ll feel better.” Nope! My leg was still in pain. I was going to try to thug it out and go to class but considering the school is on a hill, in the mountains, and there’s only one elevator in the building, it’s not a very accessible. Thus, I decided to stay in my room and rest.

By the end of the day I was feeling much better, thanks to the prayers of my parents. So now today, (by the time you see this, it will already be yesterday haha). I slept in, woke up and went for a RUN! Yes, y’all I did the thang! lol (post coming soon). I mean I even took a selfie! Haha

OKAY on to the SECOND reason why I was not feelin’ Marseille at first. After a long two days of traveling and a delayed flight, I finally arrive in Marseille with my mom and 4 HUGE suitcases. We didn’t know that we had to take a bus, a train, and another bus before we got to where I was staying. That aside, I FINALLY got to the place I was staying all excited – until I open the door and see the room. Y’all this room is a BOX. It’s soo tiny and looks like someone hasn’t lived here for years (among many other things I won’t say as to not complain; for my Mason folks all I’m gonna say is that after living here, I’ll gladly live in student apartments!). Had my mom not been with me, I probably would have had a BREAKdown. So for the first night, I stay with my mom in a hotel room and all I could think is “I’m too bourgeoisie for this” LOL But really. For some reason, the phrase “You’re not in Kansas anymore” was comforting and I kept telling myself that to combat the negative thoughts.

Fast forward many trips to Casino (supermarket) and IKEA, I have added some things to spruce up the room a bit. I’m finally starting to settle in. Much thanks to the loves of my life// support system, things are lookin’ up!

                                        Essentials: Scarves x Bags

"B" Book End x Incense

              “B” Book End and Incense

Their calendars start in Monday, not Sunday o_O But it has pretty recipes

Their calendars start on Monday, not Sunday o_O But this one has pretty recipes

Now that I’m feeling better, I can finesse and explore Marseille properly! Let the adventures begin!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Sidenote that bookend is coming home with me! Haha, I love it! It’s just decoration now but will be functional at home

P.P.S. Sorry not sorry if this sounds like a bunch of complaints. Holla at me when you’ve been sick in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language.

One thought on “It’s not you, It’s me…

  1. I can’t remember if I was sick when I was there, but really 4 HUGE suitcases? What happened to the 2 we started with?! -_-
    And thought I told you, room there is ‘nonexistent.’ Definitely not America, supersize me. Definitely not.
    Enjoy xo