There are five girls I’ve hung out with this whole time in Aix. They are all wildly different and wildly fascinating to listen to. I spend different parts of my day with these remarkable women and I’m learning more and more about them at every instance. Part of the dream of studying abroad is meeting people from all parts of the world, but that hasn’t happened here; I haven’t met any French people aside from my own French professor. But these women, mostly from New England, with whom I’ve spent four months fostering relationships, are half the reason my abroad experience has been so wonderful. In spite of the times when they bicker and bitch about each other (an inevitable occurrence, I suppose, but it’s nevertheless hard to watch for my let’s-all-get-along self), these people have helped me grow and see the independence I’m capable of. They’ve helped change me, and after these last few weeks are up, I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again. It kind of breaks my heart. A lot about studying abroad has broken my heart, in all honesty, and a lot will continue to break my heart, even after I’ve come home.
I’m not quite sure what the point of this post was. But there it is.