An American in Paris

It’s over.  This semester has come to an end.  I never thought it would go as quickly as it did.  I have severe mixed feelings about this.  On one hand, I’m so happy to go traveling and see Europe and experience awesome things that only college kids gallivanting around Europe can experience.  But I’m also very sad that my time in Paris has ended.  I’ve wanted to be in this city for as long as I can remember.  I feel like my 4 months here have vanished in a blur.  I’m sad my friends are all leaving and it will be god-knows-how-long until I’ll see them again. 

Tonight was the vernissage for our program.  It’s basically like a gallery-type showing for all the artwork that students  made throughout the semester.  Joan did a dance. We drank wine and talked about paintings and photographs.  Afterwards we had planned to go sit by the Seine and continue drinking, but we came back to the dorm so some people could eat, change their shoes, put away their paintings, etc…, but we never left.  And I really rather would have been nowhere else than that crappy Cité kitchen drinking, smoking, talking, eating, laughing.  I have made so many memories sitting around the rickety, nasty-ass, dirty-as-fuck tables in that kitchen.  It seems like an appropriate setting to end the semester in.

Tomorrow is going to be pastries, falafel, and basically just all things Parisian before everyone goes home.  I probably should start packing, but we all know that will happen at 4 am like it usually does.

Au revoir Paris, tu me manques déjà.  C’était une expérience inoubliable.  J’espère que nous allons rencontre encore.  Bisous.  Je t’aime à jamais.