The language I feel like I've forgotten, the job I'm hardly qualified for, living/teaching in a city whose name makes people wince and give me looks of pity, dealing with French bureaucracy, getting into the rhythm of living in a new place, convincing new people to befriend me. All of it. Oh, and I'm sick. (Sorry to whoever sits next to me on the airplane).
|Let the packing begin. So. Much. Packing.|