I'm slowly getting very nervous for this up and coming Saturday.
It's hitting me that come Friday morning I'm going to make the 12 hour trip to Trois-Pistoles where I will enter into a world that speaks a language other than the one most comfortable to me. By Saturday afternoon I will have taken a French placement test, said goodbye to my lovely parents, and moved into a house with a family I don't know.
In a way, I'm extremely excited. In another, I'm scared silly.
But, I know I'm ready for it.
And I'm certain that I'm going to have a really amazing time.
Nothing's worth doing, if there isn't the thrill of a risk.
Life was meant for adventure.
So let's go. Vasy.