Today marks one month since I landed back in the United States and I still can’t believe I really spent five months in France. Five months without seeing my family and closest friends, leaving everything I know behind.
If you know me, you know I don’t do tears. Prior to this semester I have cried twice in five semester. But this semester definitely takes the cake for most tears: from the devastation of the first time I stepped in my room, to missing a flight, to homesickness, to actually being sick and losing Victoria <3. I’ve learned to be affectionate towards the people whom I care about most.
I most definitely underestimated the impact the language barrier would have on performing seemingly mundane everyday task. Something that would normally take five minutes took at least fifteen. Now I’m not going to say “I wouldn’t change a thing about my experience” cause LAWD KNOWS I would NOT have lived in Alotra and maybe I would have been more social. But I believe everything happens for a reason and know that God orchestrates our every move.
Being in Marseille has been an experience like none other. God really used this time to work on me and is continuing to polish me and the way I think and live. I’ve learned so much, I don’t even know where to start. I thank God for the good, the bad and the ugly. The people I met there were beyond anything I could have imagined. From the people I hung out with to the people I didn’t hang out with, you all have been part of my learning experience. ‘Thanks for the memories’ and I wish you all the best. Can’t wait for out five-year reunion. LOL