France blog cheat

popping my blog's cherry could probably have a more suitable time than roughly 12 hours before Im supposed to be out the door. shockingly, however, going to France for 9 months tends to make one's adrenaline elevate.
if packing were a horrible spin-off of "once on this island: the musical" - that song would go something like this
"packing and weighing and packing and rearranging and swearing and stuffing and fudging and..."
(dramatic shout out and love to Clark musical theater union)
thank goodness my mom can sleep through anything.
rolling duffle bags in a post strict weight requirement world is the devil's work. following the aggressive stuffing, I was a little angry to find everything transporting my life from Worcester to Dijon, France weighs roughly 84 pounds (allowed: 80). good thing I'm real charming - although since I will be wearing my WINTER JACKET (3 pounds!? are you kidding me??), I may be a little cranky. weather.com states that Boston will be a balmy 80 degrees tomorrow. serious?

having got this out of my system - thanks for bearing with me. if you are reading this we love each other dearly and/or you are a light of this life. If you're very confused, also, what's going down is this.
For the next 9 months, I'm leaving the delightful Woo (Worcester) to go to the Universite de Bourgogne. There, we will find the CIEF (Centre International d'Etudes Francaises). It's a sub school of the larger university for kids who don't speak French so good and would like to do it better - that's me, please. As a declared French major, I figured you can't go wrong. The whole year decision stemmed from the fact that I went abroad for a semester in high school and so I really need to step up my game. Holy $#%$. 9 months is a long time.
I'm doing a homestay with a woman who is surely gracious and wonderful for offering half her apartment to complete strangers. We've actually already had one adventure - her searching for me all over Dijon following some confusion about the day I was arriving. greaaaaat. So, she's at the very least got to be a good sport. She also has a guitar and a piano - both of which she has offered - although only on the former am I mildly competent.
My traveling companion and hand holder is Kassie - also a rising junior, French major. She's staying with some family sort of far away I believe (google map skills must improve rapidly) but "far" is relative so she's real close.

because if you're reading this, you're probably very far.

well, I'm going to stop because I'm, as I indicated, still in the country so writing is a little big cheating, right? Speaking of relative, if I'm stressed now, let's not think about 24 hours from now when it's really la panique quotidienne (daily panic).

chances are I miss you already.