I don't post enough here, and I think part of it is because I feel the need to write a lot about what I'm doing. Maybe it's okay to just post how I feel in short little bursts...
Today, I had the realization that I'm leaving Nancy soon... Two weeks and four days. I haven't loved my time here, but I don't quite want to leave yet. It's a strange paradox- having spent months wishing to be home, only to find that, as the time approaches to go home, I want to stay.
Also, I feel horribly ordinary today, and I don't really like that feeling. There is nothing wrong with ordinary, I just wish I were something special.
Here's a picture of what's on my mind:
That, my friends, is the oldest vitrail in France.
