Leaving Nantes and Vacation
Leaving is the weirdest feeling. I am unsure of what to think, the only thing is I feel like there is a part of me, a part of what I enjoyed, maybe a piece of a dream that I am leaving in Nantes. As silly as it sounds, traveling to France and living abroad had been a dream of mine since I was in middle school. I feel young to be talking about the end of an era, but in reality there is no proper age to when eras begin to end. Saying “au revoir” to my host parents was incredibly difficult, they both are incredibly generous and patient people. I was truly lucky that I had the opportunity to live with them this past semester. As I look back on this past semester, I don’t regret anything that I did, though it seemed to go so fast. They tell you when you arrive that you need to do as much as you can when you arrive and “profitez” from this experience, but in reality moving to a completely foreign country takes different amounts of time depending on the person. For me I didn’t begin t...