"It's like getting back to Earth's not even an option!"

Sometimes shit that your hallmate said one night when he was high and listening to the Inception soundtrack turns out to be really profound and applicable to your real life.

I leave for France in 6 hours. We're going to the airport in 3.

How this will work is that I'm flying British Airways to London, arriving tomorrow. We're then in London for two days, then transferring to Nice, France arriving in Cannes on the 4th.

Tomorrow is also Groundhog Day, at least in America, which is my favorite holiday. The best part about that is that I'm not kidding at all.

Last night began the major, major packing endeavor. By some miracle 99% of my shit has fit into and been under the weight limit for 2 large rolly suitcases, a smaller carry-on, and a "purse" which is actually a backpack. I dyed my hair, slept really well, and am ready for action. There's kind of a funny thing here though, which is that I'm not "excited" in the way a lot of my fellow Cannes people seem to be. Everyone's status is like OMG COULDN'T SLEEP ZOMG SO EXCITED FRAAAAAANCEEEEE!!! And I'm just terribly anxious, because I hate leaving, hate packing, hate flying...not that I'm not excited to study abroad in a more existential way but right now it's just kind of like FUCK EVERYTHING WHY AM I LEAVING THIS IS SO MUCH HARDER THAN JUST GOING BACK TO CHAPMAN I DON'T EVEN LIKE FRENCH THAT MUCH WHY AM I PUTTING MYSELF THROUGH THIS AGHHHH. It's a natural sort of labor pains though. Like this would naturally happen in the hours before you ripped up your life and moved to a foreign country for 4 months instead of going back to school with your friends or spending time with your family. Don't get me wrong though. I'm psyched for France. It's just the part leading up to it that's been kind of unbearable.

That being said, as the time draws nearer I'm feeling more and more ready to go, and this brings me back to the wise words of Conner that inspired this post. It feels like getting back to Earth's not even an option! In sort of a breathless (GET IT, "BREATHLESS"?? Because it's French New Wave Cinema?? Okay, I'll shut up.) way, excited way, way full of wonder...it's like getting back to Earth's not even an option. We're going, and we're going now.

I'll keep you all updated here, and unfortunately I understand we won't have wifi in London so you'll have to wait for a proper entry, but I'll write regardless and save it for later. :)

Au'revoir.