A tiny bit of relief

Ok, so my last post was written in a time of hormonally-induced, sleep-deprived frustration, and, while I do still feel a lot of those things that I spoke about in that post, I'm starting to feel a little better about it all.

I'm going to be in Paris. I can't complain. Like, seriously.

And two people in my life--one who I don't know at all, and the other who I'm very close with--gave me a little encouragement today.

The first was completely unexpected: I had a text-message exchange with Monika, one of the girls who is going to Paris with me, and who I met once for twenty minutes. She sent me the sweetest message, saying, "Hey girl! How excited are you for Paris? I hope we're living nearby to each other!" It was so sweet and so unexpected. I liked her when I met her, but I have to admit I was intimidated. She's absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and seems like a really lovely girl. I'm excited to get to know her better. We proceeded to message about what to pack, what we were excited to do and see, plans for weekends, and plans to go out together. This little exchange was very comforting for me. It let me know that, yes, I will make and have friends in France, and that, yes, this will be a good experience. Her tiny act of kindness was one of the highlights of my day.

The second wasn't unexpected, but was equally comforting: my wonderful boyfriend, Alex, told me that yes, he was sad that I was going away, but that this was going to be a fantastic trip, and that time goes by. I knew both of those things, but it's always better when you hear them from someone else, and someone whom you care for. Time goes too fast anyway, and soon enough I'll be in Paris and back again, ready for the rest of my summer. This conversation made me feel much better, though admittedly still apprehensive, about leaving.

This week, I'll be hanging out with Alex, and going in for my last two days of work in my office. It's going to be great and busy, and I don't need to worry any more.