Monday I met Michaela, Kaleb and Erin in Saint-Germain-Des-Prés to walk around and get lunch. When I got there it was pouring and Kaleb came out in the rain to rescue me because I was extremely lost. After our yummy lunch I wanted to walk around a bit by myself so I headed to Notre Dame and the Tuileries Garden. I walked over to the Louvre and to the love lock bridge, where I randomly ran into Erin! We walked for a while and then I went back to my room to study for my oral test in French, but actually ended up falling asleep for a while, apparently the lack of sleep for 4 months catches us to you at some point haha later that night I met up with Michaela and Kaleb and Bob for drinks at the Moose, the Canadian bar we went to a few times throughout the semester.
On Tuesday I had my French oral test in the morning and then Erin and I headed to “Treize – a bakers dozen” for breakfast. Afterwards we headed to champs elysees to get lauderee and see everything for the last time. For lunch I went with Kaleb and Michaela to lunch at the burger joint, our favorite burger place by CEA. After we went to les halles shopping area and then I decided to walked around for a bit by myself. I went back to finish cleaning and packing since I only had a day left and was not prepared to leave. That night I met up at the Eiffel Tower with Jamie and her family. For our last night it was a clear choice where we had to go so we went to Au Coeur du Marais with her family and Michaela and Kaleb. We had an amazing night but were heartbroken to say bye at the end of the night.
Wednesday was the day I had been anticipating for a long time but was shocked it was actually here. I woke up extremely early to clean and make sure I had everything together to leave. At 9:30 Kaleb and Michaela woke up to help me bring my suitcases downstairs, which was soooo nice of them. I physically couldn’t carry my bags so I am very grateful for Kaleb. I had issues with my shuttle company who was very confused I had ordered a private shuttle. When it finally came it was a small taxi that barely fit my bags, and oh I forgot to mention the driver didn’t speak a word of English so I had to explain in French what airline and terminal and everything. I finally got to the airport and had to drag 3 suitcases and a huge tote bag and a pillow all the way through to airport so I could drop off my bags to be checked. When I got to the dreaded scale, after literally pushing 200 pounds of bags on a cart, I found out that my bag was 90 pounds and the limit they will take on the flight is 70. I had to sit on the floor and open my suitcases to reduce weight, blocking tons of people from checking their luggage. I was told that my carry on suitcase was too stuffed, thanks to the fluffy white blanket I refused to leave in Paris, but the woman felt so bad for me that she agreed to check it for free.
I got on my first plane, going to London, which was my first flight ever alone. The flight was a little under 2 hours which was fine but I was very sad to have to leave Paris. There were a lot of emotions running through my head on the flight. We got in late to the Heathrow airport, shortening my layover tremendously. I had an hour to get all the way to my other terminal and onto the plane before boarding was closed. Not to mention that apparently London doesn’t trust other airport security so even to transfer planes you have to go through security again. I basically sprinted to make the flight and was relieved to be sitting. I sat next to a really nice couple that were from California and were visiting the husband’s family in Italy for the week. We were in the exit row so we had a crazy amount of leg room. The only bad part was that this meant you weren’t allowed to have any purses or anything by your feet or on your lap during takeoff or landing, even my pillow was taken away. Me and the people next to me were convinced the flight attendants were out to get me because they had an issue with everything I had and was doing during the flight lol About 4 hours in and looking for a way to recline my chair the whole time, I felt stupid but needed to ask a flight attendant. I called one over and explained to him my issue, to which he was extremely unhelpful. He said I should have pointed out the issue at the beginning, which was dumb because you aren’t allowed to recline your seat during takeoff anyway. He said I had to deal with it or move to a middle seat in the back of the plane so I obviously decided to stay.
I ended up falling asleep most of the flight but when it hit the two-hour mark I woke up and was too excited to sleep. As soon as we landed I texted my mom, dad, Mckenna and Greg to tell them I landed. After getting all my bags myself and dragging them through the airport I finally got to see my family, and to my surprise my aunt, uncle and best friends were there too! I was so happy to finally be back with my family again, but it was also so strange no longer being in Paris.
That last night with the four of us was the saddest goodbye ever, we were sobbing in the metro station for 30 minutes. This was the moment it hit us all that this semester we had all been dreaming of for years had now come to an end. These three friends of mine will always be in my life, and we all knew that. The crying was caused knowing that we will never be here like this again. I will never be living in a Parisian apartment, metroing everyday, talking French, learning the history of fashion, or traveling to a new country every weekend. This was it. This was the last time.
My semester of a lifetime had finally happened. It was scary at times, having to get somewhere I had never been before when I could only ask for directions in French, and it was incredible most of the time, like traveling the world with my new best friends. It was easily the best 4 months of my life and I am so grateful for my parents for allowing me the privilege to follow my dream and live in Paris. My love of travel has grown so strong and I know that leaving Paris was not a goodbye, it was a see you soon. Paris will always have my heart and I cannot wait for the adventures ahead of me that I can thank this trip for. Paris, je t’amie!
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