That word tastes bitter in my mouth, but it is a word that I do know… Extensively. One I know personally and repetitively. When you move 13 times in your life, you wonder a lot what building your life in one place feels like. The thought of “what if” lingers in your head… What if I would have finished high school in the same one I started? What if I went to college in the same town many of my American friends go to? What if I had a friend I knew since I was 6? What does that feel like? Continue reading “See You Later”→
It started off as speed dating for friends as we attended all of our organizations events. We were lonely our first few couple of weeks and confused as we experienced this completely, different culture.
A year ago, if you would have told me that I would be moving to France I would have simply laughed in your face and said, “there is no possible way that one, my parents would support that and two, I could afford it”. Continue reading “Support Makes Dreams Come True”→