Countdown: 2 weeks. That’s 14 days; 336 hours; 20,160 minutes; 1,209,600 seconds. Correction: 1,209,599… 1,209,598… Time is slipping through my fingers like sand, and the harder I grip, the more cracks it finds to seep through. But on the other hand, time cannot pass fast enough; while I’m not eager to leave, I’m more than ready to begin my journey to France.
My suitcase is open on my floor, as it has been for the past month, already overflowing with the few things I feel can be transferred from this life to the next: a French-English Dictionary, a converter for my trusted electronics, a few pairs of shoes, some clothes, host family presents… and last but not least, my student visa, which came in the mail only yesterday. I opened my passport with anticipation, and was quite relieved to see the visa stuck to page eleven.
I’m not quite sure what to expect, or even what is expected of me, but I guess I’ll figure it out. Certainly, I’ve done everything I could to prepare myself. Still, can I ever truly be prepared for this? To drop everything comforting and familiar, and be shipped across the world where the only thing I’m sure of is myself? Even then, I doubt I can survive this unchanged. Whatever’s in store, I still have two weeks to prepare myself, a year to experience it, and a lifetime to learn from it. But above all, I will embrace whatever comes my way.
PS. Bisous means “kisses” in French. This is something I’ve already picked up from my host sister- it’s how she signs her letters.