Exactly one year ago today I got on a plane by myself and flew to France for six months. Most of you would have read along with my adventures back then, but if you didn’t and want to know What Happened Next, you can catch up on my ‘Reflections‘ here, here, and here.
I just can’t believe it was an entire year ago.
Some parts of me don’t want it to be a year ago, because soon it will be a year since I said goodbye to friends made at camp, and I miss them, but what are you going to do? With time-zones and different continents and commitments to life in general, sometimes it’s hard to stay in touch with people you only spent two weeks with, no matter how brilliant a time you had, or how many memories you made.
A year is a big milestone. It means I’ve been back in Australia for as long as I was in France for, which is kind of a scary thought. Because those six months felt like a lifetime, but these six months have been a blur of assessment due dates and test results and promises to skype people ‘as soon as we both have a spare five minutes’. I grew and changed so much in the six months I was over there, but in these six months the only thing that’s grown is my obsessions (can you believe that it’s only since I’ve been home that I’ve been in love with Doctor Who?!)
It will soon be a year since I met all my ‘French’ friends. As in, my friends who lived in my town in France but really come from various other countries that are not France. That’s a big deal. Those girls are like parts of me. I can’t imagine a time in my life that I didn’t know them, and I doubt there’ll be another time in my life when I don’t. They are what made my time in France fabulous, brilliant, amazing, special, and every other adjective you can think of, so I decided the best way to continue this post was to share some of my favourite pictures with you.
I would love to include more photos, as I took thousands and thousands, but really all the special stories and moments they capture only matter to me and the few in them. You guys will never fully be able to understand the stories behind the split second smiles. Going through my photos just then made me start crying, because France changed me. It was the hardest, but best thing I have ever done in my life, and I miss it so much.
One of my best friends Ell is heading over to France for six months later this week, and I hope that she has an experience that allows her to grow as a person and have as much fun as I did. Because as much as I bitched about being over, and no matter how sad I got, I had so much fun. There were days I laughed until I cried, afternoon junk food binges that saw us all walking away with many extra kilos, inside jokes, random moments, just so much that made it…absolutely perfect in it’s imperfection.
France me manque beacuoup. Mes amis, je t’aime, et vous me manque beaucoup beaucoup beacoup aussi.
frangipani princess xoxo
ps. If that French is incorrect…I honestly do not care.