~Originally written on Sunday, July 30th on a plane~
Honestly, I don’t know what I would do on this plane if it wasn’t for television. Eight hours is a really long time to be stuck in a germ-infested airplane chair, breathing in the same air that’s been coughed and sneezed in over 100 times, sitting next to random people who I really hope don’t watch me when I sleep. I actually don’t mind travelling, contrary to the harsh description I just added, but right now I really just want to be home. I think, just at that moment was the first time I even realized that. The entire trip I think I have probably kept my complaints down to a maximum of ten sentences, for three weeks. And trust me that’s a miracle if you want to see a list of the countless amounts of things I didn’t think you could even complain about while at a beach in France from some of the girls. From the minute I got on the plane headed to Newark to the minute I go on this one, the only thing I wanted was to enjoy my time where I was at the present moment. For some others, they were whining about, wasting their energy thinking about everything that they could be doing or eating or having at home, while I was truly absorbing my surroundings. I find that I am really good at living in the moment and taking time to appreciate the environment. Yet, out of all of the positivity that I have kept on this trip, and all of the episodes of Friends, Girls, The Office, New Girl, Sex & The City, and Dexter that I have watched while on a plane in the past 4 weeks, I can truly say I want to be home. Reflecting back now, I’d say this is a pretty good list of the things I found myself craving, wanting, missing, or excited for when returning home:
The hardest parts about not having my family around were based on decision-making. I usually ask my mom before I buy something that is expensive and questionable, or before making certain decisions and since I didn’t have access to her opinion at the right hours of the day, I had to decide everything on my own. And this was actually hard for me! I mean, how could anyone honestly trust me with a handful of euros and money-stocked credit cards when in 10-mile radius’ of cute boutiques in Paris and Biarritz? AND to actually spend the money wisely and reasonably? I am a TEENAGE GIRL. AND A SHOPAHOLIC. So, even though I miss my family (but lets be honest I could have totally stayed another month) the hardest part of not having them here with me was not always knowing what to do. I’m still a really independent person, but I probably shouldn’t be trusted with a lot of money. That’s all there is to say.
My dogs: Indie, the homestay dog looked very similar to one of my dogs, Scout because Indie was an Australian shepherd and Scout is a border collie. Right away I missed him because Indie reminded me of him! But, I soon came to realize that I wasn’t the biggest fan of Indie, and neither was Adrianna. He was a bit stinky, and basically in desperate need of a bath. Or even just a hose down. I honestly don’t know if that dog has even touched water. And of course I miss my other dog, Buck. He always rushed to vacuum up my dropped pieces of food from the ground, whereas in Biarritz I would probably assume that if I dropped my food (luckily I never did) that I would have to dust it off and eat it. And I am saying this because since our homestay mom DID feed us a baguette on the side of our dinner that had previously been Indie’s chew toy, eating food of the floor would probably be a given.
The Little Things:
-warm showers with access to the unnecessary, unlimited amounts of scrubs, shampoos, and soaps I have in my shower.
-sushi: I have been craving it all day and PARENTS: I am expecting it when I arrive home. Immediately please.
-my friends! It’s always good to have a break from the people you are with the most, just to have some personal space and time, But I really do miss them! Plus, I CAN’T WAIT to tell them about all of the amazing things I did… and ofcourse the boys.
-my car: this one was kind of a constant reminder for me. Because from what I have noticed, France’s most popular car choices are: the bug, this random European small car that everyone has and the mini cooper. Since I have a mini, how could I not possibly miss it when I saw three on every street? And they all looked so cute. Wow, is it weird that I am having human feelings for a car? No, not when your car is as cute as mine. Well, I am super excited to pick up my friends in it again and blast country music with the windows and sunroof down, sunnies on, and singing loud.
-not feeling like a foreigner: After this trip, I now completely sympathize with immigrants and people in America who don’t speak English that well. Because trust me, it’s hard to adapt to a culture where everyone speaks a language you kind of understand, but mostly don’t! And when you are in a group as large as we were for a lot of the time, the locals give you some very rude, intimidating, confused looks. I mean, it’s not like I am an alien! So, I am excited to once again understand what everyone around me is saying and not have the feeling that people are laughing behind my back, when really they are just sitting right in front of me staring rudely. I mean does anybody in France have manners? It’s not polite to stare for so long!
-getting water at a restaurant without having to ask
-using toilet paper that isn’t pink
-not having to look desperately for Wi-Fi in order to contact people about basic questions and needs.
-cold, fresh milk that I can trust in my cereal (thankyou hostile in France for not having this)
-utensils that I can completely trust haven’t just had contact with somebody back or scalp in use as a scratching device
I guess that’s kind of a lot of things, but at least I never complained about them on the trip! Instead, they are my motivation and the things that are getting me excited for my return. So while most were eager to go home and eager to leave Biarritz I have to work on becoming excited for home and okay with the fact that my adventure is over. And I think it’s working. After all, who’s to say I won’t return soon, anyways?