America... not a fan

So after a beleageringly long flight from Paris to Atlanta, we had a four hour layover before a connecting flight to Columbia. Needless to say we were all exhausted, but we did have fun in the Atlanta airport. When I got home I couldn't find my key, so I had to break in through the back door, much like someone broke into my car over break. I had to deal with that immediately, so I was understandably stressed. Add to that two tests and a project and you will understand why I look pretty rough right now.

I really miss France already; I am annoyed to be back in America. I have been to France several times since I started college and everytime I have trouble leaving. In the future I would like to work in finance in Paris, so knowing that I can not live there for a number of years is difficult. I remember last summer sitting in Charles de Gaulle Airport after a month of studying abroad and almost two weeks of touring Paris, thinking about how depressing American life would be. After a while a stopped being so melodramatic, but I still think about Paris all of the time. Luckily, I know that I will be back next year during my study abroad in Madrid, but that is such a long time to wait. Hopefully I will get to go sooner.

Daniel