Three years ago today, I stepped onto a plane
with two suitcases and a stomach full of butterflies. I landed on a new
continent, without even an apartment arranged, without a single friend,
and somehow managed to carve out an existence working in a career that
had nothing to do with my diploma. It was terrifying, lonely, often
painful... and utterly marvelous. What was supposed to last only nine
months ended up becoming permanent. I look at the past three years, the
amazing places I've seen, the precious friendships I've made, the love I've lost, the love
I've found, the lessons learned... the evolution of my character. Here's
to my beautiful, complicated, adopted country. Je t'aime, la France.
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Just from reading your story represented here, it's hard to believe it's been only three years...you certainly have packed an amazing amount of life in a short period of time -- here's to many, many years more!
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I believe in the 1st Amendment. France is rich in history and William of 1066, left his mark on Britain and the Saxons. My ancestors left England in 1629, and landed in Plymouth MASS. I like to hear candid comments, " I disagree with what you say but defend to my death your right to say it ! " Volitare.
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