Shortly after arriving and settling into my room I drew out a calendar of my days in Nantes. Every morning I mark off the day before.
When I first made it, the calendar was an effort to cast off my homesickness and a way to countdown to the end. Now I'm not really sure what it is. Reminder, countdown, habit - all these words seem right.
This morning I woke up and went about my morning routine. Opening my calendar I discovered the past three days had no lines through them. I have no idea what these means in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps this means I've moved past my homesickness or that the numbers have lost their meaning.
Whichever it may be, this morning I corrected the oversight, marking through three instead of one. A habit is a habit, after all.
When I first made it, the calendar was an effort to cast off my homesickness and a way to countdown to the end. Now I'm not really sure what it is. Reminder, countdown, habit - all these words seem right.
This morning I woke up and went about my morning routine. Opening my calendar I discovered the past three days had no lines through them. I have no idea what these means in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps this means I've moved past my homesickness or that the numbers have lost their meaning.
Whichever it may be, this morning I corrected the oversight, marking through three instead of one. A habit is a habit, after all.
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