Hiii! it’s me… Yeah, remember, me? L?
You haven’t forgotten me already, have you?
Oh, right, yeah… Yeah, the llama who says “yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas” quite a lot, likes pizza and spends too much time on Twitter… Yup, that’s me!
Yes, the day you’ve all been waiting for: i’m back from the land of France… Franceland, Land-de-France…
It was AMAZING! I swear, it was just so nice to have a change of scenery, and to be surrounded with friends, even though I knew like nobody at the start of the week. We camped near a lake, and it was just so naturally beautiful every morning to walk out of the tent and smell the fresh, admittedly cold French air, and just to be grateful that another day was to be spent in the beautiful greenery of French countryside.
Before anyone gets worried, no, I was not too affected by the floods which I hear have been making the news recently. Although Paris is practically underwater, we only had to drive around it on our way to and from where we were staying, and so it wasn’t too bad for us, besides a few road closures and subsequent diversions. Whilst I’m here, however, I’d just like to say that I hope anyone affected by flooding right now – whether that be in Paris, in France or anywhere else – is OK, safe and happy.
I can’t write for too long today; I have a music exam tomorrow [argh!!!!] and I need to do some extra last-minute revision before heading to bed. However, I just wanted to mention to you something super crazy that happened to me yesterday, as we all said our goodbyes from the france trip and headed back to our respective homes. I had just met up with my family – all the emotion, not gonna lie -, and I’d just picked out my bag from the tower of luggage which had been tossed from the underneath of our coach, when something really weired happened.
… Oh, haha, very funny. No, I did not see myself in a mirror. Rude.
As I walked out of school and back towards the car with my family, three people came running towards me. At first, I thought that maybe i’d dropped something, or that they were coming to murder me – after all, if they got arrested over here in England, at least they could understand the police officers. Instead, they stopped in front of me… Here come the guns and knives… No, of course not!
Anyway, they came over to me, and actually hugged me, and said that they were going to mis me, and that the last week had been amazing. It was just so weird to feel that appreciated, and important to someone, and to feel that I had made a positive difference to their memories of this trip. I actually started crying, both for the reason above and for the fact that, honestly, I was going to miss them so much too: they’d all been so friendly to me, and we’d had such a laugh. and, true to my word, I do miss them hugely, even though it’s only been a day – mental, I know.
Just remember this: despite not realising it yourself, someone, somewhere, appreciates you, and not even just for a specific act. They appreciate your presence, your personality – they appreciate you.
Just like I do.
Anyway, with that, I will leave you to enjoy your day/night, and I will get on with some revision de music – see, I tried to learn the language! After all, it is [apparently] the language au romance…