My last moments in France were spent in a hotel and an airport. I'm alright with that, better than a train.
I woke up at six o'clock in the morning only to find that it was SIX o'clock. Clearly the ultra comfy mattress Novotel provided gave me a better night's sleep than anything in Le Havre. I didn't stay up for long, rather I drifted with my head on a soft pillow and under a warm protecting cover. I could become used to this.
Eventually ten o'clock rolled around which forced me to rise and face the day. Wasn't too bad, just a shower, some clothes, and forcing my backpack shut with a stubborn ferocity. That was me attacking the day or seizing it or whatever.
I met Jonathan at the airport, fortunate too. I had already checked in online and was waiting in the line for check-in instead of bypassing it for the already checked-in line. Heh, oops. My bag turned out to be almost exactly fifty pounds, just made it audience. It was good to send it off, I received one wicked bruise from it later on that night. Fifty pounds of hell.
Jonathan and I then ate a breakfast of sorts together right by the passenger only walkway. My last meal in France was a pain au chocolat and un café noir. Good choice and a classic one too. We talked for as long as we could really, before I had to go that is. Fuck!
This shit is difficult, really motherfucking hard. I did my best and didn't cry, least not then. I had time to be all sullen while waiting for boarding zones. Jonathan and I kissed each other and said goodbye. He didn't let go of my hand (or I didn't let go of him) and I was pulled back into a final kiss. He then told me to go. I did but I sure as hell didn't want to. Conflicts audience, all the way until the end conflicts.
My mother called me right after I stepped through the passenger only zone to find that I had issues speaking. She told me it'd be fine and that I should concentrate on arriving at my gate. She also told me that she missed me and couldn't wait for me to be home. That helped some.
I sat at my gate after flying through security with my I-pod cycling through Sarah Smiles by Panic! At the Disco. It wasn't too long before my zone was called and I boarded the plane that took me away from France.
Well that was fucking depressing. Yup, back to swearing again. I have arrived home and it does feel good to hear my accent once more. My biggest issue this summer is keeping up with my French which should be accomplished with movies, sending messages to my French friends, and listening to copious amounts of music. I didn't go abroad for nothing audience.
But wait, what now MareBear? You're all finished with study abroad. What about us? What about your audience that wants to read more about your student life? Aw. Audience I appreciate your desire to further creep/read about me on the internet. You'll be happy to know that I created a summer blog about my returned life in Chicago for almost no reason at all. You may now enjoy new blog cravings of MareBear only this time it's happening in the States.
One question remains. Can you handle it?
Thank you so much for sticking with me all the way audience. I hope some of you carry on and click that link above for my freshly made Summer Blog. Without you guys I wouldn't have completed my most important TO-DO on the list of study abroad tasks. Now I forever have a record of my adventures in France. Thank you again and see you in cyberspace. I mean, if you want to.
Much love,
Mary (MareBear) Scale
