Personal
I just posted about my personal terror of studying abroad alone.
But one of my personal dreams since I studied French in high school many years ago (forgive me as a grad student - we’re old) was to visit Paris. I have dreamed of the day I would set foot in that city since I was thirteen. And that dream has not ended. It has not wavered. Of that moment, I am not afraid. I am rejoicing in a dream achieved. Of course, I pictured it with a hot guy I met with a moped, but we’ll ignore the aspects of the Olsen twin dreams right now for reality.
I will get to see the Louvre. And the Eiffel Tower. Versailles Palace. I will see the great sights for they are standing and the City of Love will not be dimmed. My childhood dreams of Paris live. As do the Parisians and the French and all those who’s families were attacked. As the Americans stood after 9-11, we will stand with Paris and cities across the world. And I can’t wait to step off that train.













