I'm tired of talking about Paris with people.
Especially people here. 1, they don’t really care to hear. 2, what they want to really hear is how much I missed home or them. Reality check, I didn’t miss about 99% of you. I’d love to go back and just start a new chapter. To be completely honest, my only tie with a lot of them, family and best friends included, would be Facebook. I’d have a completely different phone...
Woke up with my family, opened our presents, and ate our meal. Now in Woodland with Jake and his amazing family. So much love in the place. It’s been one of the best Christmases ever. :)
Splitting up Christmas this year :) Spending time with Jake’s family and it should be so much fun.
I have the jitters so bad right now! I seriously might throw up. Going home is weird when I’ve started to call Paris my home. I don’t even remember what Colorado looks like.
Last night in Paris.
It feels like yesterday, literally. How on Earth did 4 months fly by? Where did the time go? Who said it could all end?!
Packing, cleaning, and jamming out on my last day...
I love you, Paris!
I am so blessed for everyone who made it a special day for me, even if it was just saying “happy birthday” on a social network. I am bummed out that some people I considered really good friends forgot my birthday. I’m glad that my leaving the country has shown me who real friends are.