I think it’s fair to say that I’m not ready for this.

Or perhaps, this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s that time again.  What do you mean?

It’s that time when I return to the online world.  I still haven’t figured out how I want to harness it, or use it, or enjoy all of this social media explosion, however, now is the best time to get to it.

I found out the other day (aka Monday) that I now graduate in December.  This is news.  Thank you Registrar for letting me know ahead of time.  I’m only taking two classes this semester, on top of working part-time at my old PR firm, potentially getting my job back at Game On!, developing marketing strategies for the company I started over the summer, and writing a book with a wonderful individual in the fashion world.

Okay, I guess I am busy then.

Whatever happens, I want to try and document it all down again.  I would also like to do some beta experiments and test the waters on how the online communities can help me.  Can symbiotic relationships really be created now through blogging, twitter, ning, bling, blang, blah, etc?  I’m going to put myself at risk again, and become my own socio-anthro-psycho-physiologial experiment.

I hope you wish me luck.

For me, I’ve always had an internal debate about blogging and what information to give out.  As much as I’m very “public” about certain things, I’m also extremely private about a lot more.  I guess it’s the journalist part of me that wants to write as much as I possibly can, which gets put in check with how my personality is when topics relate to the intricacies of my life.

I was going to stop this blog, but I feel compelled to keep it going.  I might not be exploring the world anymore (temporary hiatus to regain monetary funding), but that doens’t mean I’m done exploring my local city and more importantly myself and what I am capable of.  I guess this has been provoked by Lady Sauce.  She’s fab.

Do you know the wish of your heart?

It’s time. I can’t figure out if I’m crying for joy or the opposite. I guess the only way to figure it all out is to take it slowly, one step at a time.

Redefining what it means to call a place home.

One time when I came home to see my old friends from high school, we all were sitting at a table in Panera and asking one another the obvious “catch up” questions.  Old people’s names popped up  and we continued to steer our conversation in the direction of other alumni and where they are at present.  After contributing my part, one of my Nightcrawler’s questions, “how the heck did you know that?”  to which another replied, “That’s cause she’s the best person who keeps in touch with others, no wonder she still has so many friends.”

I may be the best person at keeping relationships over a long period, but I’ve learned something about my time spent here, I’m not so good at leaving the life I’ve developed and those that I’ve learned to trust and rely one.  This group, this bond we have with one another, is like nothing else and I haven’t been handling the past 48 hours very well at all.  It’s a little comforting knowing that everyone else in the group is in the same boat, but it doesn’t make that last hug (for who knows how long) any easier.

Mama Africa is off in Nepal/Africa, CC went to NYC for the summer (which is nice cause I’ll be able to visit her there), Blondie is staying in Paris which is awesome, and LuLu is going back to Miami (which thanks to Jet Blue will also be easy).

But what we’ve all experienced something with one another, and I’m usually pretty good with numbers but this time I’ve failed in producing the right ones.  

That’s all for now, I’ll be writing a lot in Spain over the following days while I sit on the beach, hopefully crafting down all these memories which will eventually be posted here.

Bisous.

Yes, lately I have been missing in action.  To that I apologize.  Profusely.

This is because I have been occupying myself with wonderful Parisian weather, and great friends to go along with it.

Basically, we’ve all been occupied with drinking under the Champs du Mars, and preparing/attending World’s Fair, which after Google-ing one blogger writes the following:

“As I speak, the World’s Fair is happening at AUP. I wish I could be there – it’s fifty bajillion times better than any other school’s multicultural fair because of all the nationalities there (about 100 in all), all displaying their culture’s food, music and alcohol. It’s about 4 PM in Paris, so people are probably pretty buzzed and slowly making their way to get totally wasted under the Eiffel Tower. Good times.”

Pictures will soon be on Facebook, and more details will come once I’m not cramming for finals/traveling/farethewell’s…..or whenever I need a break from all of the above!

Bisous.

This city is amazing. More on this when I have an actual keyboard.

Today was a gorgeous day–sunny, 68, and just gorgeous.  I spent it running 5.something miles, followed by a glorious study session in the Tuileries.  Little things like being able to study next to a fountain, followed by talking a stroll up the Champs makes me appreciate this city so much.  It’s a shame that I’ll be leaving soon, however I’m glad that my program ends later than others, ie Italy which goes back to Boston next week.  I just wish I didn’t have so much school.  Oye.

Amsterdam was a great time, quite possibly the best time I’ve had in that city (out of 3).  Seeing Dana was awesome, and hanging out with my Parisian loves (and my real one lol) in a different city was a great experience.  My ladies are awesome.  

Wish I could say more, but it’s late and I need my sleep, especially after this past weekend.  Plus, huge psychobio test on Wednesday morning yikes.  At least it just started to rain, so I won’t feel too bad studying inside all day demain.

April.  When did the calendar pages flip by so quickly?  And moreover, shouldn’t study abroad not include this much work?  I feel swamped with work and all I want to do is be outside and do nothing, yet I find myself stuck indoors and surrounded by EBSCO Host articles, coffee, and notes taken in color coded pens.

The weather is finally get nice out in Paris.  Last week was a super tease and spending the weekend in Florence was supposed to have nice weather, but on the contrary was a little gloomy and super rainy.  It was a great time though, and a little emotional as it was my last time in Italy.  I did buy a great leather jacket which I’m psyched to start sporting once Tiger brings it back up!

Tonight, however, is going to be super awesome.  World Cup Qualifying Game?  Check.  I went to the Adidas store on Monday after I got back from Italy and purchased my first real soccer jersey.  Allez les blues!  I got Henry’s number on the back, and am super excited to show it off ce soir!