and not only is that the atomic number of gadolinium, the total number of squares on a chess board, and the model of my childhood favorite nintendo game console, but it is also the number of days until I leave for Paris.
What 64 probably is NOT, is the number of French words I know at this point. In fact, if you add the digits 6 and 4, that is still more than the total French words I know. Subtract 4 from 6? Well that's probably a little more accurate. Why, Bonjour monsieur! :)
So what am I doing flying across the atlantic and living in an apartment by myself in a city in which I barely speak the language, know little about the culture, and will be almost 6,000 miles from California??
oh. I was actually hoping you could tell me...
Those who know me well hear me complain a lot about how I don't have a plan for my life. I have to confess, that's only partially true. I do have my reasons, more reasons than I can fit into a blog post of a reasonable length, for going to Paris this fall.
While I might seem lost and directionless to most, I am actually pretty certain about my goals. Maybe I have a lot more dreams than I have ever been bold enough to share with the world.
This is the best way I can describe it. When you say your dreams outloud, they suddenly seem so far from reach--like they're bubbles that you just blew and you realize you could never jump high enough or run fast enough to catch them all before they pop and disappear. So I just like to keep my little dream-bubbles safely in the jar, so to speak.
And if you were wondering, yes, these bubbles ARE the edible kind--raspberry flavored.
Point is, I'm looking to make a dream tangible this Fall. I wasn't made to be stagnant. We all say we want to see the world; I think I'm going to actually go do it!
What 64 probably is NOT, is the number of French words I know at this point. In fact, if you add the digits 6 and 4, that is still more than the total French words I know. Subtract 4 from 6? Well that's probably a little more accurate. Why, Bonjour monsieur! :)
So what am I doing flying across the atlantic and living in an apartment by myself in a city in which I barely speak the language, know little about the culture, and will be almost 6,000 miles from California??
oh. I was actually hoping you could tell me...
Those who know me well hear me complain a lot about how I don't have a plan for my life. I have to confess, that's only partially true. I do have my reasons, more reasons than I can fit into a blog post of a reasonable length, for going to Paris this fall.
While I might seem lost and directionless to most, I am actually pretty certain about my goals. Maybe I have a lot more dreams than I have ever been bold enough to share with the world.
This is the best way I can describe it. When you say your dreams outloud, they suddenly seem so far from reach--like they're bubbles that you just blew and you realize you could never jump high enough or run fast enough to catch them all before they pop and disappear. So I just like to keep my little dream-bubbles safely in the jar, so to speak.
And if you were wondering, yes, these bubbles ARE the edible kind--raspberry flavored.
Point is, I'm looking to make a dream tangible this Fall. I wasn't made to be stagnant. We all say we want to see the world; I think I'm going to actually go do it!
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