All my life, when I’ve had something “big” on my calendar to plan for, something to dread, as it gets closer and closer, I start to panic. The panicking will start (meaning I’m having some type of fit at least once a day) about two weeks to ten days before the event (the event would be the day I leave, in this case), it’ll peak three or four days before the event, and it’ll stop two days before the event happens.
Today marks my final “full week” in the country. Needless to say, my panicking is in full swing. I’m starting to say “I don’t want to go anymore” out loud, my to-do list on my iPod Touch is getting longer, and the fact that I’m not checking things off is making me panic more… it’s never a good thing. I’m not fun to be around right now. I have this uncanny, sickening ability to get homesick before I ever leave home. I can be sitting with my mom, or Noah, or my boyfriend (since he’s home as of last night), and just burst into tears (though this hasn’t happened quite yet) knowing that I won’t get to see them as often as I get to now. I take that back, I won’t get to see them PERIOD. The time difference will mean Skyping my mother (at least) will happen very rarely, and though I’ll get to talk to the boyfriend more often over the computer, it just won’t be the same…
- Watching the news and having the broadcasters note an important upcoming date with a visual of a calendar, which then prompts me to come to the terrifying realization that “merde, I’m in France by then…”
- Looking at my calendar on my iTouch, since it’s full of things like “Family Goodbye Party” or “Call to get Vacation Override for Prescriptions.”
- Having my mother say “When you’re on the plane…” Most recently, this was “wear your glasses instead of your contacts” since we had just switched out the lenses to my new prescription.
- Watching an Olympic event where a French athlete competes and/or medals.
Fashionista Claire: LOVES all of the new cardigans in her closet. She looks so grown up and sleek when she looks in the mirror, especially with the grown-up neutral make up.
Perpetually-Ill Claire: Can’t decide what OTC medications she uses “all the time,” then can’t find them in the drug stores, then can’t figure out what piece of luggage to put them in.
Penny-Pincher Claire: Silently hates the fact that she’d bought a bunch of brightly-colored makeup, shorts, and tee shirts before coming to the realization that she shouldn’t wear such stuff anymore. She’s kind of worried about finding a job in Paris, but there’s the option of working as an English tutor through Sweet Briar, and then there’s this, and this.