So its has been exactly one year from today since I arrived in Paris, France for the first time in my life. One year since one of the dreams I'd been holding on to since grade school had finally become a reality. I can remember every minute detail as if it was yesterday:
The first smell that wasn't so pleasant but then the smells of the perfumeries overcame me. The experience in the tiny airport bathroom with my huge suitcases. Going up and down the stairless escalators, waiting 3 hours in the freezing cold of the Charles de Gaulle train station, nearly getting on the wrong train, getting on the wrong car and having to drag all of my baggage through 3 train cars -bumping into annoyed French citizens in the process but being aided by an older lady, trying not to fall asleep on the train for fear that someone would try to steal my stuff but falling asleep anyway, having my first train ticket stamped, arriving in Nantes for the first time and going to the wrong side of the train station, getting directed by Samuel- our activities director- to the line for taxi cabs, meeting Kathleen, Katherine, and Heather while waiting in line for a cab, ending up in a cab all by myself and driving through Nantes for the first time- everything was so new and unfamiliar to me but now its like a 3rd home to me, paying the cab driver 8 euros, taking the tiniest elevator possible up to the 3rd floor of 7 rue de Cadineers with my baggage, arriving at IES and exploring the place and the people, getting online and waiting for my host family to pick me up, talking to Kathleen for a while, being one of the last kids to be picked up- it felt like grade school all over again where you wait in anticipation for your parents to get you and how much they love you more than their work is based on how early they arrive lol- and being one of the last ones picked up, meeting my host mom for the first time and walking to the car with her while she spoke- and I mustn't forget her surprise at the weight of my baggage, the car ride to the house where she says to me basically that I have a lot of work ahead of me- because I understood less than half of what she was saying- arriving at the house where she said "Coucou!" to announce our arrival, the boys all coming downstairs to greet me and faire les bisous with me(the kiss on each cheek) which mortified me because I hadn't bathed in 2 days and I looked like hell, Stefane commencing to carry my suitcases up the stairs and commenting on how heavy my stuff was, being shown around the house, falling into bed, taking a shower, having my first dinner with my host family while feeling overwhelmed by how much I couldn't understand them, finally going to sleep after being awake for nearly 48 hours.
I am so happy for the experience I had and I feel so lucky. My host family was the perfect fit for me, and I learned so much! Contrary to what everyone assumed when I came back, I am not fluent in French. It takes more than 5 months to become fluent in any language- unless you're the Rain Man or something. Unfortunately, I am not a genius linguist, so I will gladly have to return to France in order to become fluent.
Coming home from France was a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I suffered from a major culture shock- which most people in my life can attest to- where I had a hard time adjusting to the differences between life in France and my life here. It took a while for me to be happy at home. When I came back, I arrived in Chicago and spent the day with some of my friends from school which really helped because we all thought we wouldn't get to see each other until August. I wanted to speak French all the time this summer, and I found myself calling some of my friends from the study abroad program because I felt like they were the only one's who could understand what I was going through. But I guess no body was affected as badly as I was. I remember everyone else being so anxious to go home by the end. I wasn't really. I love exploring new places and learning a language and culture. A film internship with the Heartland film festival kept me slightly busy, but I spent most of the summer looking for jobs and going to Chicago to be with my friends from school. This may sound really strange to some people, but it was my friends that I missed most while I was abroad, but before people get offended let me explain. When I'm in Chicago for school, the only time I ever come home during the semester, if I come home, is Easter. So I hardly ever see my family which I've grown accustom to. On the other hand, my friends at school are like my family away from home, and I see them everyday or close to- so going from seeing them everyday to going 5 months plus without seeing them was really hard. I hope that makes sense. Basically, when you're abroad you are less inclined to miss someone you wouldn't see anyway if you weren't abroad. So summer was tough and hard to enjoy, but then school started and I was so excited to be back! Only problem was, there were a lot of things that had changed since I was gone, and I had to adjust. Like, for example, some of my best friends- Anna, Carrie, Debi, and Meredith- lived several blocks away from me. Before I left I lived with Carrie and Anna, and Debi and Mer lived in the building right next door. We all hung out all the time. Now they all live together in an apartment a good enough distance away that I don't feel comfortable walking to or from there alone at night- but they offer to let me crash whenever. At the beginning though, I felt like the odd man out because I was stuck in the dorms, and I had all random roommates. I was still living next door to the guys minus Carl plus Kevin, who I was always tight with before I left. I had to adjust to some changes dealing with that area as well, but I think its a sign of strength that I've been able to overcome any unpleasant situations. Unfortunately or fortunately- depending on how you look at it, things change. Sometimes you can't find the good in those changes, but hopefully when I look back on it all in the future I'll be able to understand better. Somethings don't survive separation, but the friendships I do have are even stronger because of it.
I'm done with my theatre major, so I wasn't taking any theatre classes this semester. I wasn't getting cast in anything and I auditioned for everything, so I was afraid I lost it- my skills I mean. I had hoped that once I finally got in a show, people would see what I'm capable of and take me seriously for roles, but it was as if everyone forgot me as Mrs. Dickson in Intimate Apparel last fall. So instead of being in a production, I filmed a documentary on a production at school: Shakespeare's As You Like It. I spent 2 months filming rehearsals and interviews for my senior final film capstone. It was so exciting because I got to blend my two majors together! And on top of all that, I got cast in a show for second semester! I'm going to be in Katrina: The K Word opening February 12th, 2010. It's about Hurricane Katrina survivors recounting their experience. Its very different from any other show I've seen or done. There are no real relationships or character developments as I see it. Its more like story telling and reenactment. My character fled to safety and stayed there till everything calmed, so I don't speak as much as the others in my main character, but each actor is assigned a few minor characters for different scenes that are played out. Rehearsals start next Tuesday, so I'm excited. I'll also be editing my documentary this semester, so I'll be extra busy. On top of that, I'm taking 21 credit hours! 6 of which are theatre classes! I plan on keeping my blog updated as I count down my last semester of college. Only T-128 days till graduation Friday, May 14th. My goal is to make everyday count. Well, its 2 in the afternoon, and I'm still in bed! I better get started!