Culture shock is weird. For me, it came in waves. It wasn’t until today that I was like,” Holy cow! I am in Paris!” The past few days even with people speaking french all around me, not being able to read signs, or seeing the Eiffel Tower it still did not hit me. You could have told me I was somewhere in Virginia, and that would make sense to me. Obviously, it shouldn’t make any sense at all. Even last night, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I was in a hotel to see a football game the next day. It wasn’t until I stood right in front of the Notre Dame did it fully hit me.
Homesickness has definitely hit me especially since I was sick yesterday. While my mind was struggling with reality, my body was not. My body rejected everything I put into my mouth even stuff I brought from home. I was constantly nauseous, not eating enough, and yesterday my body was like, “nope nope nope not today.” I was dressed, bag packed, ready to push through the not feeling great, and the next second I was running for the trash can. Before, I could blink Max was making a plan to get me food for the day and making me sit down (THANK YOU MAX). The saddest part for me was not missing class, but not getting to go pick out my pen and notebook. Luckily today I have been feeling better, but I have definitely been feeling the lowest of the lows the past few days. I am ready for some highs. Hopefully my next posts will be more uplifting.
Also, does anyone else keep forgetting it’s the Fourth of July?