Moving Part 1

I’m moving from Paris back to the suburban Pennsylvania. And while I am fearful I am also excited for it. These last two weeks that I’m in Paris, I kind of WANT to feel sad about leaving, but I feel nothing. The weather has been rainy and horrible, and so I feel no sadness about leaving. I have few friends I really care about, so I feel no sadness about leaving. I feel tired and stuck most days here, so I feel no sadness about leaving. But I have freedom here, and I think that if I was sad, I would be sad for the loss of freedom. 

I’m not sad because I am off to discover whether or not the movies have been lying about High School, and whether or not Cherry Pie at diners are as good as TV shows have said. These next few months/years are about discovery, and adjusting to a new environment. They’re about development and changes in friendships and friend groups. They’re about a new start, and essentially, a new way of living. 

I’m not sad, I’m scared. 

I’m curious, I’m enthralled.

I have never felt all these emotions for such an extended period of time before. 

I can’t wait. 

-A