Tomorrow is my last day in France.
I came nearly two months ago for no more practical reason than that I wanted to be here, and I’ll leave for England for no better reason than that the next thing has presented itself.
Have I learned to speak French? No, but I have learned how important it is to try to communicate, and have been reminded of how many more we ways than language we do communicate.
Have I advanced my French cooking skills? No, I haven’t really cooked much at all actually, but I do now have a new appreciation for the order and leisure and correctness of a meal. The apero, the cheese course, the fruit course. These things make the difference.
Have I figured out the meaning of life? No, but I do now know more than ever that this life that I choose daily is meaningful. I am here now in this.
Tomorrow afternoon I will be confronted with levels of comprehension and communication I haven’t experienced in weeks. Let’s hope I don’t lose sight of the important things when the little things get easier.