I did laundry for the frist time today. French laundry woooo.
Hello agai everyone. I hope m words find you all happy! Things are going pretty well here; I'm in a ridiculously comfy red couch, about to eat dinner after taking a sunday to relax and sleep and clean and...repose is a good word. I went to a party last night and it was...ummm intense I guess. Loud music. The sort of dancing that is mostly just thrashing and jumping up and down (aka the best sort). Stayed up laaaateeee like three o'clock. And then they decided to go backdowstairs and restart the party. So was kept up a little longer. Some one blew a noise maker in my ear and for the next few minutes I took some guilty pleasure in enertaining thoughts of violence. But! I had a wonderful time.
It's odd though. In the States I'm generally the organizer of my own social things, and I take care of transport and everything but here I'm like a social baby. I didn't even know this party was happening till friday night (they had told me before but I had forgotten. I think a side effect of speaking and listening french is added forgetfulness.) and Louis just said yea these people are picking you up here at this time. I'm not sure how I feel about that it's a bit like I'm a parasite, he's taking care of everything for me. But at the same time my family tried our best to do it for him two years ago. I've made it a goal to take care of more stuff on my own now anyway though.
I'm also a bit frustrated. Thinking and living in a different language is very tiring and I'm often taking naps or sleeping late (till like noon) and I know it's necessary but at the same time I'm painfully aware of the fact that both my french clock and my life clock is ticking, and every moment spent sleeping, or relaxing, is one that I can never get back. It's a sad thing to think about. But at the same time it's not like you can realistically take maximum potential of each moment either. I can't go skydiving and then read a book and then go to portugal and then learn kendo everyday, I'd kill myself. It's difficult to see the potential of each moment, briefly, and look back and think that you wasted some, but also to be stuck in reality...I dunno.
Hello agai everyone. I hope m words find you all happy! Things are going pretty well here; I'm in a ridiculously comfy red couch, about to eat dinner after taking a sunday to relax and sleep and clean and...repose is a good word. I went to a party last night and it was...ummm intense I guess. Loud music. The sort of dancing that is mostly just thrashing and jumping up and down (aka the best sort). Stayed up laaaateeee like three o'clock. And then they decided to go backdowstairs and restart the party. So was kept up a little longer. Some one blew a noise maker in my ear and for the next few minutes I took some guilty pleasure in enertaining thoughts of violence. But! I had a wonderful time.
It's odd though. In the States I'm generally the organizer of my own social things, and I take care of transport and everything but here I'm like a social baby. I didn't even know this party was happening till friday night (they had told me before but I had forgotten. I think a side effect of speaking and listening french is added forgetfulness.) and Louis just said yea these people are picking you up here at this time. I'm not sure how I feel about that it's a bit like I'm a parasite, he's taking care of everything for me. But at the same time my family tried our best to do it for him two years ago. I've made it a goal to take care of more stuff on my own now anyway though.
I'm also a bit frustrated. Thinking and living in a different language is very tiring and I'm often taking naps or sleeping late (till like noon) and I know it's necessary but at the same time I'm painfully aware of the fact that both my french clock and my life clock is ticking, and every moment spent sleeping, or relaxing, is one that I can never get back. It's a sad thing to think about. But at the same time it's not like you can realistically take maximum potential of each moment either. I can't go skydiving and then read a book and then go to portugal and then learn kendo everyday, I'd kill myself. It's difficult to see the potential of each moment, briefly, and look back and think that you wasted some, but also to be stuck in reality...I dunno.
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