Let's start with a chart..
The plane landed in London, I passed the train to Lyon.. and suddenly everything was so bright I noticed things that were amazing about Lyon... that honeymoon stage.
I even would say goodnight to Fourvière every night in the summer, because I loved it that much.
It's been about 3 1/2 months since I started living here, and the past four days have indicated that I have officially hit the third state, true culture shock and acute homesickness. I even had this thought last night that I would give anything to see my parents and my brother just once.. just a snuggle. Just a take-out dinner in front of the television where we watch silly movies. I am homesick.. and with that comes this indescribable anxiety, like this fear, asking myself; how am I going to see my parents? When will I go home next? French language is so hard... I read like a 2 year old. Worse, Bri is the brunt of all this. I shout, I throw things, I whine.. and he does what he can...
Bri: You want me to get take-out? We can eat Indian and watch TV!Horrible. Horrible for me, horrible for him.
Me: It's NOT THE SAME... NOT THE SAME... AAAUUUUGGHHHH!!!!!
What's worse though is I find myself in an odd position to be without really.. well.. good friends.
So what happens next is the adaptation stage where I find a medium between the two countries and I find a way to be happy.
And so, 'j'attends'.