Sorry this is so defunct, I think maintaining one blog is endlessly easier.

Parisian Drumming Circle! 

First foray into Parisian night life, I loved it haha.

It kind of feels like the responsibilities will never end.

I’ve been here for over 2 weeks, I realize, and I do understand that I’m twenty years old. Still, I find being an adult in another country exhausting. Knowing that no one here will take care of you or any of your needs is in a way freeing, but also extremely nerve-wracking.

I hope that from here on out things will go as planned, because I’d finally feel like there’s some justice in the world. I know I’m lucky to be here, but trust me it’s no cakewalk, and even before school has fully started, it’s taken a lot of courage.

School is also a little bit frightening, due to the fact that French seminar leaders, and even fellow students, are well-known for their lack of restraint when criticizing your work. They hold nothing back, and don’t feel compelled to show a mark of decency in terms of the obligatory positive AND negative.

I can pull myself together for the next (less than) 5 months, right?

last night at the Louvre

last night at the Louvre

Student visa = free tickets at all museums?

finally, there’s at least one way i can kind of save money!

Cultures

Conversation with my American friend Mara brought me to the realization of the cultural differences that exist even between Canadians and Americans (which I just assumed were pretty similar?):

1. Candy. We listed a bunch of our favourite candies, and surprisingly didn’t seem to many of each others choices. For instance, she didn’t know what Swedish Berries, Fuzzy Peaches, or Sour Cherry Blasters were! It blew my mind. These were things I just took for granted.

2. Stereotypes. Mara told me that when she thought of Canadians, she thought of hockey and mullets. I couldn’t stop laughing. 

little things like this just make me happy. 

APOLOGIES

Sorry for vacating the cyber space of Tumblr for what seems like eons,

Between going to school orientation, making friends, doing groceries, (attempting) to find a laundromat, getting a cell plan, exploring, opening a bank account, and what seems like piles of paperwork, I PROMISE I am back.

I have been writing all about my days in my personal journal (courtesy of Jullian, thank you). 

It’s been a very up and down trip, I feel like I’ve probably experienced almost every emotion in the book while I’ve been here. Which is to be expected, I’m sure. 

I have met some wonderful people from the U.S, Brazil, Argentina, Australia, Sweden, and Germany, and I have missed some fantastic people from Canada. 

[More coherent/structured posts to come!]

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