Hello. Welcome to my Blog. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed righting it. This is my first blog ever you know. So bare with me if it seems like an unusual blog. Anyways, let's get started.
I paced my room all day today wondering, "Why France?" "I don't even like the French." They are pretty snobby. I remember them well. But despite the cocked nosed attitude of the French, my thoughts were truly symptoms of my pre-departure fear about living in France.
For those of you who don't know, but most of you should, I'm spending next year, Fall and Spring, in Paris. It is a year abroad, going to school, teaching English to high school students (I hope there aren't too many hot 18 year old girls), and making a film, and/or acting in one. This trip is part of my, "Do it while you're young," goals in life as well as a "Figure out who you really are and what you really want in life so you don't end up in some shitty job you don't really want to do." Traveling that far away for that long a time is an adventure to me, and I love adventures. This trip should also provide me with a much broader perspective of the world, culture, society, economy, business, and film. And if it doesn't, and I end up drinking the time away, well, just so long as I am enjoying myself. Though it won't be like that.
Flash back to this time last summer, 05. I was all set to go, Paris was calling my name. But something was holding me back. My mother's emphysema and stress levels were rising, and her strength seemed void and unconcerned. She looked and felt emptier and sicker than I had ever seen her before. She had always had emphysema, for as long as I could remember, but over the recent years, her disease fed on her body, impairing her mobility to a mere walk that could only last about 5 to 10 feel before she needed to sit and rest. Emphysema is a caused for carcinogens, smoking, and is basically burnt sillia tissue found in the cavalaries of the lung. Because of there charred conditions, these sillia can no longer capture oxygen from the inhaled air. Incapacitated sillia means her blood lacks oxygen, making it harder for her muscles to work, and easier for aging to take place.
My mom is a tough woman, but nature plays a good hand and will make the game work in its favor over time. Summer of 05, my mom's chips were low. I couldn't leave her side at such a desperate time. There were other factors that played into the equation, other participants who I could and could not count on, but the point was, I had to stay close to home, until my mom got better. I hadn't planned on being home all summer, but I was. And she did get better.
I can't say it's easier leaving this year as it would of been leaving last year. My mom is still sick, but things seem to be under control. She has people around to help her and she has more energy than she's had in a while. And me living this adventure makes her happy. Some analysist would say she is living out her dreams through me. I say she's inspired me to try new things all the time, and living in another country sure will be new to me.
Why France, I don't know. I know the language somewhat. I've got some connections there. And it's sort of in the center of Europe and near north Africa, so traveling will be pretty easy and fun. I'll get to snowboard the alps, go to Spain in the fall, the south of France in the Spring, and meet cute French chicks with hot little bodies who don't speak a work of English. Yeah Baby! Why not France (other than they hate Americans). Wish me luck.
So there you have it, my first blog. How was it? Were you engaged? What ever your opinions might be, there will be more blogs to come, so stay tuned. For now, take care, and fight for peace.
I paced my room all day today wondering, "Why France?" "I don't even like the French." They are pretty snobby. I remember them well. But despite the cocked nosed attitude of the French, my thoughts were truly symptoms of my pre-departure fear about living in France.
For those of you who don't know, but most of you should, I'm spending next year, Fall and Spring, in Paris. It is a year abroad, going to school, teaching English to high school students (I hope there aren't too many hot 18 year old girls), and making a film, and/or acting in one. This trip is part of my, "Do it while you're young," goals in life as well as a "Figure out who you really are and what you really want in life so you don't end up in some shitty job you don't really want to do." Traveling that far away for that long a time is an adventure to me, and I love adventures. This trip should also provide me with a much broader perspective of the world, culture, society, economy, business, and film. And if it doesn't, and I end up drinking the time away, well, just so long as I am enjoying myself. Though it won't be like that.
Flash back to this time last summer, 05. I was all set to go, Paris was calling my name. But something was holding me back. My mother's emphysema and stress levels were rising, and her strength seemed void and unconcerned. She looked and felt emptier and sicker than I had ever seen her before. She had always had emphysema, for as long as I could remember, but over the recent years, her disease fed on her body, impairing her mobility to a mere walk that could only last about 5 to 10 feel before she needed to sit and rest. Emphysema is a caused for carcinogens, smoking, and is basically burnt sillia tissue found in the cavalaries of the lung. Because of there charred conditions, these sillia can no longer capture oxygen from the inhaled air. Incapacitated sillia means her blood lacks oxygen, making it harder for her muscles to work, and easier for aging to take place.
My mom is a tough woman, but nature plays a good hand and will make the game work in its favor over time. Summer of 05, my mom's chips were low. I couldn't leave her side at such a desperate time. There were other factors that played into the equation, other participants who I could and could not count on, but the point was, I had to stay close to home, until my mom got better. I hadn't planned on being home all summer, but I was. And she did get better.
I can't say it's easier leaving this year as it would of been leaving last year. My mom is still sick, but things seem to be under control. She has people around to help her and she has more energy than she's had in a while. And me living this adventure makes her happy. Some analysist would say she is living out her dreams through me. I say she's inspired me to try new things all the time, and living in another country sure will be new to me.
Why France, I don't know. I know the language somewhat. I've got some connections there. And it's sort of in the center of Europe and near north Africa, so traveling will be pretty easy and fun. I'll get to snowboard the alps, go to Spain in the fall, the south of France in the Spring, and meet cute French chicks with hot little bodies who don't speak a work of English. Yeah Baby! Why not France (other than they hate Americans). Wish me luck.
So there you have it, my first blog. How was it? Were you engaged? What ever your opinions might be, there will be more blogs to come, so stay tuned. For now, take care, and fight for peace.
posted by Alexander at 12:25 AM
2 Comments:
This comment has been removed by the author.
looking back on this now. it's been 9 months. oh how the times have changed. to yourself, keep up. rock on.
Post a Comment
<< Home