When 2017 started off, I was in a rut. I parted ways with my then host family due to scheduling issues, I had just finished up my first semester at the Sorbonne which was highly stressful and in all honesty, I was pretty worn out by a lot of personal things in my life. Jump ahead a few months, and though I am still struggling some mental battles, there are a lot of things to be grateful for in my life at the moment. Continue reading “2017 For Now”
Here I am, on the final stretch of what is my first year at university. First off, the first semester took forever… the second one just flew by. I really don’t know where the time went there. Continue reading “An Ode to My First Year at University”
If we were having coffee, I would ask you to come to my house. I would set out a table full of cookies (or biscuits as the English and French would say) and talk about how confusing the Paris weather has been. This morning it was raining and this afternoon it decided to be sunny and slightly warm. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee: Art, Presentation and Doubt”
No one told you about the loneliness. Not the happy, look at the Eiffel Tower loneliness… the sitting on the couch in your tiny studio apartment when you realize you haven’t spoken your native language in days loneliness. The loneliness of realizing that when you speak English, you start mixing all of the languages, and you begin to feel like you do not speak any one of them correctly. The loneliness of wanting to do things you used to do all the time – especially at this time of year. Pumpkin patches and hay rides, pumpkin carving and drinking apple cider. No one told you about how things back home change. How your best friends move on, move houses, break up, hook up… How your sister is no longer 15 but actually now 18 and will be going to the ballots to vote. Another important event in her life you will miss. Continue reading “What No One Told You About Being an Expat”
When I arrived to Paris back in August of 2014, I knew I was walking the streets of history. I felt it within me, a crazy sensation to put into words. Standing in Notre-Dame, I wanted to cry at the thought of how much that building had seen. Continue reading “Fantômes”
Senior year of high school my compass for choosing universities was always spinning. Each day I was talking my mom’s ear off about how THIS certain university was the one I HAD to go to. My mom always told me, “Veronica, you need to get your compass pointed north, you are spinning everywhere and do not know where you want to go.”
She was right. I knew where I wanted to end up and what degree I wanted to get, but I did not know which school could do that for me. I also believe I had these thoughts running through my head that told me, “you need to be like everyone else and go to college. You need to have that broke, dorm room college life”. I know these feelings came from the fact that my high school years were full of moving places and loneliness. Yet, one night in the car with my mom, she just out of the blue said, “how about you move abroad?” Continue reading “Compass Pointed North”
On the wind, ‘cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember… Soon you’ll be home with me / Once upon a December.
Here we are, 16 years later, never actually knowing that we would be living together… in Paris.