Progress... kind of.
An appointment finally opened up for August 22nd and I jumped on it.
Unfortunately, that's three days before the family wants me there and visas take fifteen to twenty-one days to process.
Last year one of my friends pulled some strings and got herself an expedited visa in a matter of days. But I can't make that happen for me somehow, I won't be back till early September.
It would be nice to know so I could buy what I hope will be my last one-way ticket between the United States and France.
Can I just say?
I feel like I was meant for France. I feel the way people in movies feel when they've found their soulmate.
I have been studying French with passion since I was thirteen years old. They didn't offer French class till I was fourteen, so I bought a French-English dictionary a year early and tried to teach myself.
I have been obsessed with shows as long as I can remember. In America, that makes me singular and makes it hard to relate to me. In France, it made 200+ people send me facebook friend requests.
I have also always wanted to feel like I was special and important.
In France, I'm immediately interesting and memorable because of my nationality.
I have always wanted to live in a big city. I have always wanted to lose weight without trying. I have always wanted to feel like I belonged to something, like I was a part of something.
I feel like I was meant for France. We didn't know it at first; the first few months we bickered and squabbled and I dreamed about home. It wasn't until I visited America for the first time, last Christmas, that I realized how hard I had fallen for France. This summer has only cemented it and made me know for a fact that it was true. I want back.
Second semester I never missed anything from home except, every once in a while, macaroni and cheese.
I have done nothing since May but lie around complaining about all the things I miss from Paris.
I want back and I want to stay.
Unfortunately, that's three days before the family wants me there and visas take fifteen to twenty-one days to process.
Last year one of my friends pulled some strings and got herself an expedited visa in a matter of days. But I can't make that happen for me somehow, I won't be back till early September.
It would be nice to know so I could buy what I hope will be my last one-way ticket between the United States and France.
Can I just say?
I feel like I was meant for France. I feel the way people in movies feel when they've found their soulmate.
I have been studying French with passion since I was thirteen years old. They didn't offer French class till I was fourteen, so I bought a French-English dictionary a year early and tried to teach myself.
I have been obsessed with shows as long as I can remember. In America, that makes me singular and makes it hard to relate to me. In France, it made 200+ people send me facebook friend requests.
I have also always wanted to feel like I was special and important.
In France, I'm immediately interesting and memorable because of my nationality.
I have always wanted to live in a big city. I have always wanted to lose weight without trying. I have always wanted to feel like I belonged to something, like I was a part of something.
I feel like I was meant for France. We didn't know it at first; the first few months we bickered and squabbled and I dreamed about home. It wasn't until I visited America for the first time, last Christmas, that I realized how hard I had fallen for France. This summer has only cemented it and made me know for a fact that it was true. I want back.
Second semester I never missed anything from home except, every once in a while, macaroni and cheese.
I have done nothing since May but lie around complaining about all the things I miss from Paris.
I want back and I want to stay.