back in America

My last day in Besançon was really sad and yet really amazing. Jürgen and Laura came by my room and helped me carry my ridiculously heavy bags down all the stairs and then the three of us went to the train station where we met the Spanish...I was really touched that everyone came to see me off. The train came...I cried a lot of course (and so did everyone else) and they helped me put my stuff on the train and said goodbye to me. I waved at them through the window as the train started to pull away and they waved and then ran with the train to the end of the platform until it ran out which was the sweetest gesture ever...I waved til I couldn't see them anymore and then I cried haha...a woman sitting near me came over to me and told me I was really lucky to have friends like that and that it really touched her to see that, even though she didn't even know us. She made me feel better, though I was still heartbroken to leave Besançon and everyone I love there.

my friends at the train station

I spent the night in Paris with my aunt and the next morning went bright and early to the airport. There was ridiculous security and it made our plane an hour and a half late...they literally looked through all my bags, took everything out and even confiscated my razor. Kinda ridiculous. Anyway, on the plane...made it to DC and the fastest customs of my life (and relatively hassle free) then my first American hamburger in 5 months and then to Savannah where I was met by the family and slept in my own bed in my own room (which is two times bigger than my tiny chambre in Besançon)!

School has started back and I'm getting back into the swing of things, but it's proving to be much harder than I imagined. You don't realize how much you've changed until you come back to your old life and try to fit yourself into it. I don't know where to start and though my best friends are still here, the life I left doesn't exist anymore. It's like starting over again. It's a very confusing and unusual time for me right now...and I really miss the life and the people I left in Besac.

I guess from here it's just moving on, making a new life for myself here and adjusting to being back. Hopefully it won't be this weird feeling for long. I really don't like it.

I have to say though, that the last few months have been the most amazing time of my life-I met people that changed my life and taught me about myself and the world. I gained confidence in myself and felt like I really grew up in just a few months. Every day I spent over there, even the boring ones or the bad ones or the frustrating ones changed me as a person in the best possible way. So I guess I just have to take that experience and apply it to my life here and find that feeling again.

I hope you all have enjoyed reading about my adventures and I hope one day I can use this blog again to chronicle more of them. And if anyone stumbles across this wondering if they should go to Besançon, stop thinking about it, just GO. It treated me well and I hope it will you too :)