Have already eaten half a baguette with a delicious brie-meets-camembert kind of cheese I didn't know the name of, a delightful, savory quiche lorraine, and had the world's most sour citron presse (which I thought would be awesome lemonade. It kept it a little too real.)
And unbelievably, I'm here for 2 weeks! It's pretty scary, actually, to think about being away from work for so long, since life has basically been work for the last year almost. Will the office move on without me? (yes) Things move so fast in the office, I'm already terrified for how much things will have changed when I get back. Also absurd how chill I think I am about leaving and things like that socially and personally, but when it comes to work I'm having separation anxiety. Probably means it's high time for a break.
Paris for a week, then road tripping through Provence, Aix, Marseilles, and wherever else Helena has concocted. Am planning on eating delightful foods and brushing up my "pardon-desolee-merci"s. Have already awkwardly and uber-American-ly shook 2 people's hands instead of going in for the double cheek kiss, which I didn't realize until my sister finally made an intervention at my apparent and total squareness.
Finishing some work, then med school apps... then freedom!
Riiight. Am still waiting for some kind of bomb to drop... There's got to be some giant task I'm missing?
The view from my sister's bedroom window at 9:45pm. Also, her apartment is on Rue Saint Germain and Saint Michel in the fifth. Ridiculously charming.
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