Sup y’all! Long time, no blog, amirite?
Full disclosure: I’m a little tipsy from cheap airport wine, so bear with me here…
A lot has happened in the past two months: I changed my flight home and surprised my mom (you know it’s a surprise when a woman who never curses yells “HOLY SHIT!” in her office); got a new high-maintenance haircut because I was so excited at being able to style my hair again, but now totally regret because it’s so high maintenance; spent two months and several holidays at home with my friends and family; and decided to to spend the next six months in France as an au pair.
See? I told you, so many things going on in Laurenville right now.
Part of why I haven’t written here for a while is because I was just… overwhelmed. My travel fatigue was so bad that I actually decided it would be better to just go home rather than continue the rest of my Southeast Asia travels. It was absolutely the right decision, and being home was amazing but also kind of terrifying. I can’t tell you how many near anxiety attacks I had at the grocery store, while driving (in a car… on the right side of the road… with street signs and lanes and rules that people actually follow), in bars, in my room while looking at my closet and all my material possessions. So many options, so many different things than what I had become accustomed to, so much more order and rules and whatnot. And of course everything is so much more expensive ($5 for three spring rolls?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!)
I kept telling people that I was going to go to Mexico after the holidays, that I was going to volunteer in Oaxaca. And I was. I had a gig set up and everything. But my heart was just like, “Gurl, you only have a certain amount of money left and your dream has always been France. Like, you know, since you were five years old. So um, maybe go there now instead?” So I became a cliche and listened to my heart and found a family to au pair for. I figured being an au pair would be a good idea because that way I can live in France AND get paid!
And that, my dear lovely readers, is precisely what is happening today.
Yep, that’s right, today is the day I fly to France. (Well, actually, I’m flying to London first, then Paris, then Clermont-Ferrand, where I’ll be living for the next six months unless it’s a horrible situation!) And while it has been so goddamn difficult to say goodbye again to the friends and family I only just reunited with, I have to recognize that today is the day 5-year-old Lauren dreamt of oh so long ago (nearly 20 years, if we’re keeping track).
I’m so fucking excited, you guys.