Paris Woes

SO.


I leave for Paris in TWENTY TWO DAYS. Isn't that so fantastic? I'm rounding up everything I'm going to take. So far I've decided that I'm leaving most of my hair care products (straighteners, shampoo/conditioner, etc.) and picking those up in France, because A.) The motor of my straightener will blow out from the voltage over there, and B.) I'm nearly out of shampoo/conditioner anyways, and why would I take up luggage space with that when I can get fabulous stuff overseas? I've also stocked up on Express cami's (MOST AMAZING THINGS EVER). I still need to get luggage, but my Uncle was kind enough to send me money for Christmas to pick those up.


I'm getting kind of nervous. I'm sitting here on my couch, and it occurred to me that in less than a month, I won't be able to sit on my couch anymore until May. I won't see my boyfriend or my kittens or my Blik-Wall-Decals or my fabulous bedroom set. Or my big-enough-to-cook-in kitchen. And I just bought another year of Amazon Prime before realizing--that does me no good whatsoever overseas. I picked up candles from Bath and Body Works yesterday, because I don't know if wallflowers would work in French outlets (seeing as my straightener won't, I mean). And I'm looking around my living room, thinking, "Well, should I bring my yoga mat? No, I should pick one up there, right?" And of course I'll miss my family and friends here. But what I'm most nervous about is fitting in, honestly. I'm so afraid that I'll go over and they'll immediately see how AMERICAN I am and want nothing to do with me. And with so few people at the school, what if I don't make good friends, and end up spending four months an ocean away from anyone who likes me? And what if my clothes aren't PARIS enough, and people just raise one eyebrow when I try to say, "S'il vous plait, je dois acheter un liseur... Ou est-ce que je le trouve?" Good grief, I feel like I'm in kindergarten again. One of my French customers came into Eddie Bauer yesterday, and we talked in French for a bit and I told him about how I was going abroad next semester. Ten minutes after he left, all I could think about was how I'd misconjugated a verb. Also, when I go out, is it presumptuous to try to speak in French to people? I'd really like to, but what if they wave me off and just tell me to speak English in order to stop butchering their language?


Wow. I haven't actually said that to anyone before. The insecurity thing, I mean. 


But, yeah. Okay.


I also stocked up on lotion. And I got my favorite perfume for Christmas (the DKNY apple scent, the green one? yeah? ohmygosh I love it). And I'll have my dresses (I should get more tights, right). What if nothing FITS ME over there? What if I'm stuck to buying MOM-CLOTHES in Paris? Oh the HORROR.


No, see, I'm not being sarcastic, I really am this nervous, and I start babbling, and. Yes. Right. Hello there, all.
I think I'm going to go do stuff now, like grocery shopping and hair-doing and cleaning and getting ready to go down to DM today. K. Talk to you all later. :)


Amanda

An Introduction

I leave for Paris, France in exactly 28 days.

My Grandmother, who is very tech-savy, loved the idea of me creating a blog to relay my shenanigans back home--so here it is! I'll try to post on here at least once a week or so, with pictures--for a record if nothing more. But hopefully I'll have a lot to tell!

I'll be studying at the Paris American Academy in Paris from January 19 to May 5. At the school, I will learn haute couture sewing skills, work behind the scene at the Paris Haute Couture Runway Shows, and will be just a block or so away from the Luxembourg Gardens. The Eiffel Tower isn't too far off, either...

Thanks for stopping by, and please do so again later in January--I'll have so much to show you!