One street over from CEA is the French National Archives. People can wander in the courtyard here and sit on a bench if they so please. Today I sat there and ate a little biscuit filled with mozzarella and basil and just talked with my roommates Pegah and Susan.
We decided we are definitely the outsiders of the class, ostracized by something we either cannot see or just don't know. But I also realized there that I undoubtedly like it, this separation.
Before France the idea of being set outside the group terrified me, but now it seems liberating. I guess this is growth or perhaps merely the only thing I can tell myself in light of this reality. Either way, it's an incredible feeling.
We decided we are definitely the outsiders of the class, ostracized by something we either cannot see or just don't know. But I also realized there that I undoubtedly like it, this separation.
Before France the idea of being set outside the group terrified me, but now it seems liberating. I guess this is growth or perhaps merely the only thing I can tell myself in light of this reality. Either way, it's an incredible feeling.
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