Hungry. Angry. Lonely. Tired.
That’s how I feel today. The reason I picked Nantes is because it feels strangely like a French Richmond, but those similarities are the same things that right now are making it nearly impossible for me to draw myself out of a little homesickness.
I suppose the call home hadn’t helped too much either because it brought with it the knowledge that I’m a three-hour train ride and a ten-hour plane ride from home for the next five months.
But this is only natural, I hope.
That’s how I feel today. The reason I picked Nantes is because it feels strangely like a French Richmond, but those similarities are the same things that right now are making it nearly impossible for me to draw myself out of a little homesickness.
I suppose the call home hadn’t helped too much either because it brought with it the knowledge that I’m a three-hour train ride and a ten-hour plane ride from home for the next five months.
But this is only natural, I hope.
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