A l'etranger

So I was just watching L'Auberge Espagnole and truly enjoying myself for the first time in a while. I mean really forgetting things and just letting myself be taken away by the movie (which my film prof said just today would never happen for me again, since I now think of films in analytical terms -- ha!). And I was thinking about how jealous I am that you are always making great posts about how much you love your life, and how you are living the dream, and yay life. And I haven't felt that in a long time.

I know my problem is that I get too bogged down in the details and I forget that I have so much that is indeed wonderful and that my dumb problems are just that -- dumb -- and I should just get my work done and then go out and have fun! Because I won't be a student for too much longer, and who cares if I don't get a cool internship this summer, or the perfect class schedule, or whatever. I am living the dream -- at least, my dream for so long, which has been to get the hell out of our house. And I forgot about it after first semester freshman year. That was silly.

And the movie really just reinforced my desire to go abroad for a whole year. I've been toying with "semester only" for a few weeks, if only to humor Mom (and my basketball obsession), but I really think I need a whole year in Strasbourg to truly...I don't know, grow up and learn shit and find myself and all that hippie crap. I can think of all the negative things that would accompany it (homesickness, no Thanksgiving turkey, lack of American Idol) but even in thinking of those, I still want to go. To paraphrase the Beatles, nothin's gonna change my mind. Jai guru deva om.

xxxAnnie