I was just looking at the background from this picture from France and it made me short of breath. If that doesn't tell me something then I don't know what. As much as it scares me I get excited at the thought of possibly moving there. I just felt like I belonged there, I can't describe it. I have at least one dream about it every week and I get sad when I realize how long it will be until I can go back.
It hurts how much I loved it there. I'm constantly comparing it to America and how much better it is. blugh.