I know I should have written a long time ago seeing as though I’ve been home for just over 3 months. But I’ve been staring at a blank page not knowing what to say.
It was hard to come home. Hard to get back into the habit of having parents and living with sisters again. It was hard to eat at 5pm instead of 8 and not having any bread to go with the meal. It was hard to talk to people about France without getting teary.
Getting back into the routine of going to school everyday was also hard. I don’t really know where I fit in anymore because I’m not the same person I was before I left for exchange. My classes are okay, though French is my least favourite subject.
I’m counting the days until I get to go back home. Hopefully it will be soon. Yesterday I had a mini bottle of champagne, and it brought me so much happiness.
Now that I have finally broke the silence, I will write more often. Though I do warn you my life isn’t as adventurous as before.