So I have one month until I leave for my exchange. It's coming up so fast, I'm so excited but I'm kind of having my "oh my gosh I am a crazy person, what the heck was I thinking???" moment. There's no doubt in my mind that by the end of next month I'll be trying to make it through the first few weeks of my exchange. but still I feel like this is all happening so fast and it's becoming very real.
This past week I went to Atlanta to get my visa. And as I'm sitting there waiting to go to the counter so I can apply for my visa, it hits me...I'm going to France, for ELEVEN MONTHS. Not for two week or a month, no I'm there for a year. It really hadn't hit me until right then and there, which was incredibly scary. But I'm super excited and I can not wait to meet my host family and start learning the language and making new friends. Although I'll miss the ones back home, I still feel I'm making the right choice for me. Well here goes nothing.....
