Goodbye, Paris

Well that day has finally come boys and girls. I am no longer in Paris. It has been a crazy, insane semester. A depressing, angry, homesick semester. And yet, Paris did something rediculous to me. I sat in the airport waiting for my plane to depart, reading my journal, and I cried. I cried that i was leaving Paris, I cried that i was leaving my friends, I cried that i was going home. i cried because i was happy, i cried because i was sad. and does that make sense? fuck no. but it happened. so i reiterate: paris=eggs. I hate eggs. They taste like sulfur. they smell bad, look nasty, have a weird consistency, and are really just a gelatinous dead chicken. But did i eat an egg on a baguette every day i was in paris...? yes. yes i did. so here is the only way i know to say goodbye to someplace...through video. Thanks to Ali, Vincent and Andrew for being my camera...guys...yes. And thanks to everyone that i met in paris. Without you guys, i never would have survived. you all made it bearable. I miss you all terribly, but I know i'll be seeing you soon.