In approximately 96 hours, I will be jetting off to France for the best part of 5 months. Thursday is approaching at rather a terrifying rate, and is a constant reminder of just how unprepared I am for this little adventure of mine.
To fill you in, I will be spending the first month in Bordeaux volunteering in a hostel, before travelling east to start a 4 month internship with Madame Vacances in Chambéry.
Despite this seemingly straightforward plan, it pains me to tell you I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. How did I get here? What do I do? What do I say? Bonjour?
It is highly likely that within the first week or so I’ll be conversing in a wonderfully jumbled mess of both French and English, (Franglais if you like) and anyone who has seen Mamma Mia 2, or met my dad, will know exactly what I mean.
Jokes aside, I’m grateful for the chance to spend part of my student life abroad in a completely new culture, and of course, the hope is that I’ll actually be able to speak French by the end of it. I’m going to try and post on here as frequently as possible, partly because I like to ‘write stuff’ and also for anyone who is keen to see what I’m getting up to, because that’s lovely too.
I think somewhere along the way I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never feel fully prepared for this move, but so long as I’ve got my toothbrush and a pocket dictionary (and 52kgs of hold luggage) I’ll be just fine.
See you soon Bordeaux…
“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” Proverbs 31:25