My whole “exchange student in France” thing will now be posted on my new blog (gabeinfrance). So check that out!
I was doing some Google Maps tourism for the city i’m going to be staying in (Chambéry), and everything looks so… French. Like, how movies and stuff look, almost. So different from America! Maybe i will begin my 5-step process of culture shock with being enamored by everything.
Also i’m leaving to the airport in 6.5 hours so i should sleep. Big old adult things to do tomorrow, like going through customs!
That’s pretty weird.
It’s been a long time since i’ve written anything on this blog. I’ve done some reblogging and sharing of things i thought were important, but i haven’t really used my own words.
This started out as a fairly typical blog (but still not really a typical tumblr blog, to be fair). I then started using it more as a platform for teaching and sharing my own views and opinions. I did some posts centered around certain topics, sometimes around certain passages from the Bible. I’ve always shared or reblogged things i felt were poignant. I’m not the beginning or the end of theology by any means, and even what i write is just a very small and unauthoritative thread in the great big ribbon of Christianity. Eventually i only rarely checked in on my tumblr homepage, and sometimes reblogged things others posted, and even then, the last post was three months ago.
Some of my friends have suggested having a blog when i’m in France, and i’ve heard that it’s a good idea to have a journal when you’re doing a new thing. I think i’ll probably do both.
So i’m going to France in three weeks. Here’s the deal with that. Last summer i suddenly really wanted a motorcycle. Since my last set of Big Plans went down the chute, i decided that i’d get a motorcycle. So i got my first “real” job and saved up for a motorcycle. I then got a motorcycle and it was super sweet.
Look at that sweet bike. That’s my bike. It’s sweet.
Then i went back to school. I had previously been at my university as a dual-enrolled high school student. I took about a year and a half off after i graduated high school. I was trying to do all sorts of other things, but nothing really worked out. So back to school i was, resigned to the plan B i had of a bachelor’s degree in French. About a week after the deadline, i learned about a program called ISEP. It’s an exchange program, basically. So i went full-throttle through the application process, and got accepted to the program, then i was accepted to my university, then i was approved at my home institution, and then i got a big fat student loan to pay for it.
So look at that. Going to spend a year in France.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
I’m kind of scared, to be honest. There is so much new. I’m nervous. People are still people, but there’s so much i don’t know. I’m competent enough in the language, but language is truthfully so little. I don’t even know if it’s okay to burp in France. Is that so stereotypically brash and crude of me as an American to even consider?
But there is so much out there that is new, and maybe i can explore it and be excited by the fullness of life and culture and language and people.
I’m going to France in three weeks. I’ll post pictures.
When I was young, I wanted to be a cowboy,
and then I wanted to be Superman.
And then I wanted to wear my cowboy boots over my Superman costume,
and be Cowman…
Well I am a cow, man,
all of my fantasies about my wife to be are based upon things I should have never seen
(said all our fantasies about our wives to be are based on positions that should have never been…)
Idolized by our eyes – worshipped as though they gave us life,
but that’s the nature of the beast,
and he still squirms next to wisdom as she screams,
clawing for me on the streets.
I love the poetry of these verses.