Writing this on a french keyboard, in a Paris apartment, in a country not my own. Wow. So there was flying, and landing, and train-ing and bussing; turbulance, rain, snow, a baguette, and now, trail mix for dinner. I can't believe I made it in one piece. But unless this is some sweet, sweet dream, I am pretty well settled in Paris. I got off the metro, luggage lost, but a group of classmates found. We squezzed into a cafe and talked, and figured things out. I spilled the school director's drink with my giant backpack. He gave me a baguette. This is not the first time I'll feel like a big, clumsy kid. I feel like a kid in the way everything is new, mysterious, and unknown. Navigating the metro, buying a pastry in french,
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