The laundry is almost finished, the errands have all been run, and good-byes have all been said. The list of things to do before my departure is diminishing before my eyes, and the passing time is being replaced by growing nerves and anxiety.
In my hopes and dreams, Paris will be wonderful, and feel like home in no time. In reality, I fear that there are far too many unpredictable people and events for me to ever feel like I even know what I'm doing, nevermind where I belong.
Marie, my host mother, gave me a call to let me know that her husband's company car will be picking me up at the terminal in Charles de Gualle, and let me know that my room is ready. They are awaiting my arrival.
It will be a day of new beginnings for us all, as the family only returned and began to unpack two days ago, and tomorrow is the first day of school. It will be my first French airport, my first day in Paris, and my first day of living with the Bouyoux's. This is also the first week of the father's work since their seven week (seriously, SEVEN week) summer vacation, and the mother's first week living in her old home again.
There are a lot of firsts taking place at the moment, and, in spite of all the doubts and worries residing within me, I couldn't possibly be more excited to say that I am going to Paris!
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