It was just over a year ago that the idea of going to Paris was born. Time seemed to go very slowly, until recently. Now I have two more sleeps.
My emotions are all over the place. I'm going to miss Keith and Alex a whole bunch. It breaks my heart to leave Bizou (my dog) for such a long time - he's my baby and tad spoiled. I wish he spoke English so I could explain. I'm nervous too - can't really pinpoint why. Perhaps because I've never been away from home for such a long period, or because I'm traveling without my family for the first time. I'm also extremely excited - no explanation needed there.
Three days from now I'll be in Paris. In my new temporary home. In my temporary neighborhood. I'm really looking forward to exploring the neighborhood. My neighborhood!