It's been a while since I've written.
Today, I realized how big of a life change this move has been. Its not been one thing that has caused this realization, more of a culmination of many things, little insignificant things really. Such as how much more likely I am to say hello (Bonjour!!) upon entering a store, how I've toned down my natural volume of speaking, or how just walking can clear my head and cause me to be appreciative of where I am living.
This past week was boring. No exciting adventures, just... a lot of work on my dissertation/research project/thesis, whatever you want to call it. It was good to flesh out some ideas, focus on what questions to ask, and how to ask these questions. However, it was not the most fun week I've ever had.
This week will end with a trip to London. I've only wanted to go since I was 10. Thus a childhood dream come true on this Valentine's Day. My goal.. meet my favorite redhead, Prince Harry, convince him to fall in love with me--as I am already in love with him, and then become bffs with Kate. I will keep you all up to date on my journey to the throne. ;) I am so looking forward to this trip. I can't even make a list of the places I want to see because I'm so excited. Excitement is overriding my type A personality--now thats a BIG deal.
As I sit in my pajamas, listening to Pride and Prejudice, in the dark. I am reminded how this has been life changing.. but somethings don't change. Sometimes a warm bed is all the physical support you need, though emotional support can span oceans. Sometimes the reassuring noise of Mr. Darcy crossing the misty fields in the morning or Lizzie standing on the edge of a cliff in the Peak District can bring you home no matter if it is really 6,000 miles away. And here, in the South of France and back in Raleigh, North Carolina.. night is still night and darkness doesn't discriminate.