I'm waiting again....

Nothing like sitting and waiting more....I finally received my contract from my university in France today but alas, I have to wait again to receive news from the French consulate in Houston before I can obtain my French visa....so here I wait, again. Though, I must confess right now, life as it sits is ok...besides the fact that I'm driving Graham nuts with my incessant questions about what will happen when I leave (he loves it when I start a conversation with that question by the way), it's not too bad. I'm participating in the French summer institute with meets from 8.30am-3pm five days a week and focuses on the total immersion principal, thereby demanding of me to speak and listen to French all day everyday. At the end of the day my brain is most definitely fried, but it's definitely the right choice to have made, I'm feeling much more prepared about my journey across the pond since the class I'm taking is called "myths and realities" and concerns all things about French culture and what it is like to live in France. Obviously I am breaking the rules right now by sitting at a table of 19 people all speaking French over our lunch break and writing a blog in English...but ah well? The closer and closer to the end I get the harder and harder it is not to break into tears at any given moment....I cried during a "Tom's Shoes" commercial yesterday. Emotional levels are all running on high for me at the moment, and I'm afraid will run that way until I have left. It's very difficult for me to part with my life, I feel like I'm watching it flash before my eyes. Leaving Graham will definitely be the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, and most days I can't even think about it because it will inspire yet another one of his favorite conversations. I must confess not knowing is one of the hardest things, especially for a worry-wart-plan-aheader like me. It's difficult when you're going somewhere else and leaving everything behind to find a sense of security or self worth in the middle, because there's not really anything to associate yourself with.

yes yes, I know, I know, poor me, I'm moving to France and going to live and work in Europe for a year....my life sucks. Actually, life is pretty damn good, but any of you out there reading can feel free to remind me of that anytime.

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