I’m not quite sure how it’s the 18th of
February, I seem to lose a fortnight every time I blink at the moment. It
really is terrifying how fast the year abroad has sped by – in just 8 weeks, I
will no longer live in France. I love the UK and I’m sure I’ll soon settle down
back at home but at the moment the thought of leaving France is really sad.
I’ve really come to love this town (in spite of its many quirks!) and, as I was
discussing with a couple of assistants the other day, there won’t be many other
times in our life where we’re so free and unrestricted as we’ve been these past
few months. I’m also terrified that my fourth and final year of university will
pass as quickly as this third one has. At the moment, the “real world” seems
like a distant battle but leaving France will signify at enormous stride in the
direction of that struggle.
February has been no quieter than any other month since I
arrived here in France. In fact, if anything, it feels like it’s been the
busiest yet!
