Today Darryl and I went down to Commerce to have one last coffee with a girl we met on the tram a few months ago before she leaves for the United States. Somehow we ended up sitting down to lunch at a little café on the street corner called La Mayenne where we dined on croque monsieurs sandwiches that were followed by coffees and a shared slice of chocolate cake.
It wasn't the best croque monsieur that I've ever had, but still it was quite wonderful after my endless lunches of cheese sandwiches with Dijon mustard.
Lunch was nice but all the talk of endings was slightly upsetting because it made me realize just how close I am to the end. I don't think I will ever leave this space of wanting the end and hating it at the same time. I think this is how all students who study abroad must feel.
Life here is not a reality, it is a dream - and today this dream featured a mediocre croque monsieur. In August I will be back in Richmond and back to reality - a reality that will probably mean days of being once again too busy to stop for lunch and me growing too thin.
It wasn't the best croque monsieur that I've ever had, but still it was quite wonderful after my endless lunches of cheese sandwiches with Dijon mustard.
Lunch was nice but all the talk of endings was slightly upsetting because it made me realize just how close I am to the end. I don't think I will ever leave this space of wanting the end and hating it at the same time. I think this is how all students who study abroad must feel.
Life here is not a reality, it is a dream - and today this dream featured a mediocre croque monsieur. In August I will be back in Richmond and back to reality - a reality that will probably mean days of being once again too busy to stop for lunch and me growing too thin.
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