la vitesse du temps
Okay, yes. It’s been a minute. But, in a way, this hiatus in blog posts - if it’s even possible to call it that after only two entries - more accurately sums up the experience of a year abroad than anything I could ever write. To put it shortly: you get swept up in it.
First, it was the trips around the region our whole 60 member school took together; coupled inevitably by long bus rides where I conversed with my not-yet friends and read easy, feel-happy novels instead of writing a blog post. Then, the Toussaints holiday- two weeks I let drip away, without writing a blog post, learning to tell jokes in french or spending too much money on 'lunches with the girls' at each new cafe I could find. I tried writing a few different posts, but ended up overthinking them (and all the better, I might add - i think they were a bit too angsty and contemplative). Plus, I mean, what do you even put in a blog post? And how is it any different from a facebook status?
And now, the new year. New resolutions. One of which, in hindsight, should have been to start regularly posting. But I suppose, as with most things for me, my resolution had to come with a two week delay. Or maybe not... when is Chinese New Year?
It’s an understatement to say that here, time accelerates. Whatever hopeless, trickling crawl at which it passed in the dry corner of the world I call home, now it seems to move faster than the earth can spin; January is half over. Less than 5 months left. At this rate, it feels like I’ll be boarding the plane tomorrow - but for once, I’d much rather stay on the ground.
First, it was the trips around the region our whole 60 member school took together; coupled inevitably by long bus rides where I conversed with my not-yet friends and read easy, feel-happy novels instead of writing a blog post. Then, the Toussaints holiday- two weeks I let drip away, without writing a blog post, learning to tell jokes in french or spending too much money on 'lunches with the girls' at each new cafe I could find. I tried writing a few different posts, but ended up overthinking them (and all the better, I might add - i think they were a bit too angsty and contemplative). Plus, I mean, what do you even put in a blog post? And how is it any different from a facebook status?
The Christmas season is done much better in France. Or, in any case, classier. Lights down every street, an ice skating rink, trees adorned with ornaments that share an actual color scheme. It’s hard for anyone not to drop ten years of age upon crossing under the glowing red archway at the Marché de Noël, hair speckled with silver white flakes of brilliant fake snow.
It’s an understatement to say that here, time accelerates. Whatever hopeless, trickling crawl at which it passed in the dry corner of the world I call home, now it seems to move faster than the earth can spin; January is half over. Less than 5 months left. At this rate, it feels like I’ll be boarding the plane tomorrow - but for once, I’d much rather stay on the ground.
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