Time, Time, Time.

I had a dream last night that it was already time to go back to the States (that's what a lot of Europeans call it, just the "States"). I was all packed up ready to go, and kind of sad that I never picked up the language. My concept of how long I'm going to be here is really confused right now, the time mechanism doesn't know whether to think I've moved here or if I'm just a tourist. This morning I decided that 5 months to be in a foreign country is extremely awkward. The time between 1 month and 6 months is rough because you're not a tourist, you're going to actually get to know the country, but it's also not like I'm staying here forever, need to find an actual apartment, and think about living a life here. So, it's awkward,

In other news, I have the rest of this week off due to oddly scheduled classes that change every week. Today, we are having a "family" dinner at my apartment with about 8 other CEA students, and I also have to meet my product development group to go over our presentation. Tomorrow, I will probably hit up a couple museums or just shop around; I have also been invited to a German dinner party at an exchange student's apartment. Obviously, she's German, is part of my product development group, and thinks I'm cool enough to come to her dinner! On Friday, oh I don't know, I might go exploring a little town nearby.

Classes were great the past two days. I learned that I'm a bit of a history buff simply because three hours on the history of the European Union is almost crack to me; Kate could have killed herself. Our spirited, English professor is bloody brilliant as well.

Ok, I'm off to actually send in immigration papers and get my GEM ID card,

A bientôt!