listening to: Boston, by Augustana.
lyric love: "She said I think I'll go to Boston/ I think I'll start a new life/ I think I'll start it over/ Where no one knows my name."
It's a little eerie. I remember last year, counting down the days, posting the blog posts about how only eleven more days.
And now I'm starting that over, except this time it's France, and I'm feeling so, so ready to leave.
Incidentally, my cousin told me today that I'll fit right in in France, which was sweet because, 1) I was wearing a very casual knit dress when he said that and 2) I had swimming hair haphazardly thrown up in a bun on the top of my head.
But yes, just ten more days until I leave, and I cannot wait and I'm so exciting and it's gonna be so amazing and really, I get to go to all the places I used to love and I haven't been there in years, so I could not be more excited.
Please bear with me as I get increasingly excited.
"Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots." John Green, from Paper Towns.