I'm sitting here trying to think of something to write about and there's too much. I've stayed with 2 families so far, just about 2 weeks at both of them. It doesn't feel like I've been gone almost a month now. I'm staying in a tiny town called Chenaud right now. Wednesday morning I take a train north to Laval, near Le Mans.
It's kind of sad to think about how transitory my life is right now. Being in a place for 2 weeks doesn't let anyone know anyone, really. It's doubly hard living with a French family and not knowing nearly as much French as I thought I knew. I had a conversation with the dad yesterday, for the first time since I've gotten here. He could tell I was having a hard time for some reason and he wanted to know what was going on. I told him how it's been hard not being able to communicate like I would normally, with English speakers. I never realized before how much I take for granted being able to speak fluently about how I feel... even though probably everyone who is going to read this know how much I don't take advantage of having native English speakers at my disposal very often to discuss what's going on in my head or heart.
you may not care about getting comments from me, especially if i talk to you about your posts, but to encourage you, i hope you write a lot and more often. i love hearing the way you make it 'published friendly'.
ReplyDeletekaki. im excited about this blog. elias and are reading it now. i think he might be into french girls.
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