But now, right now I should be packing.
Instead, I am reflecting and procrastinating. Trying to absorb the moment as it is, my life in Rouen, and a happy time that shall pass. Tonight Marie France cooked us a lovely dinner, perhaps one of the best she has made so far. She never eats with us, but tonight she lingered at the table and even though I could not enter the conversation, we had a conversation of our own. She must understand after thirty years of hosting students, that this experience will have a lasting effect on my life and my future ahead. And while that should be sufficient, I can't help but wonder if she will remember me a year from now. Even if I know there are more happy times to come, it is always sad when one particularly beautiful period ends.
I remember the moment that I read about the Global Communications program at AUP. I remember pacing my room in Chicago, showing my roommate Kelly the fancy brochure with the description, and I remember a few days later staying up all night to write my personal statement. It was in the breakroom of the cafe I worked at in Chicago when I read my acceptance email. Since then, I have been imagining, dreaming, fantasizing about what life would be like in a country completely foreign to my own.
But when I really think about it. I have been imagining this adventure for as long as I can remember. My mind continues to play and replay the hypothetical memories that will unfold, the experiences will shape me, and the lessons with which I will return home. I probably won't be sleeping tonight.