I’m sitting in a huge airplane headed for Chicago. After over forty days in Europe, it is time to go home. I’m not entirely sure if I’m ready to go home. Don’t get me wrong; I miss home a lot but having this experience end feels a bit strange.
We woke up early to finish packing and get a quick breakfast with our friends. We walked down the street to the bakery we discovered on the first day. It was so early that they had not placed a lot of their food out yet, but we were able to get something and some coffee for the dads. On the walk to and from the hotel, we got to see Parisians start their day. The local outdoor markets were setting up shop and people were on their way to work. The sun was quickly rising over the tall buildings and the air was cold but clear. In my opinion, Paris is at its best when the sun is rising and when it has set. Something about the quiet streets, the locals and the lights at both times are incredibly welcoming and majestic at the same time.
I know our friends read the blog so I wanted to say thanks for joining us and we had a great time. We love you guys.
I was finally able to see Iron Man 2 on the plane. I thought it was pretty good. The whole plane is sleepy. I can’t decide what to do next. I could finish reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, watch another movie, sleep, blog… I decided to continue blogging even though I started this one for Revelle in Rome. The program actually led me to find this new hobby, I think that’s pretty cool. I’m not entirely sure what the blog will be about but we’ll see how it goes. To anybody who reads this, don’t feel obligated to keep reading it/stay subscribed. I will probably just jot down my thoughts about things randomly—it could be a scary adventure into the amusement park that is known as my brain. If you still want to stick around, you are more than welcome. Well this post feels done so I’ll end it before it gets painfully longer. I think I’ll start working on my final post for the Europe trip, filled with tips, summaries and life lessons. Look forward to it at some point in the future, it will take quite a bit of work.
“This could be the very minute/ I’m aware I'm alive/ All these places feel like home/ With a name I've never chosen/ I can make my first steps/ As a child of twenty-five" –Snow Patrol
I know I'll keep reading. And thank you so much for keeping your blog relatively up-to-date--its been awesome to know what's been going on in your life overseas
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