By Erika Moen on December 29, 2011
(This is part of my series of recaps about traveling to England and France this year from October 25 – November 8th)
After a week of catching up with Matt’s family in England, we were off to spend the next week in FRANCE!
Oh my goodness, it’s hard to express how much France means to me. I visited once as a teenager and then again in 2005 when I lived in Aix-en-Provence for six months and then traveled the country for another month.
It was a truly life-changing experience.
My artwork blossomed, my mind expanded, my heart grieved and processed the relationship surrounding my first True Love, my concepts of identity vastly shifted, and I met the man I’d someday marry.
Though I swore to myself I’d return as soon as I finished my senior year of college, well, life happened (You know how it goes) so it took me seven whole years to finally come back.
Honestly, after spending so many years longing to return, when the prospect of doing just that finally presented itself, I was left feeling a little… terrified. My French is so rusty! What would I actually DO over there? I’ve fallen out of contact with all my old French friends from my original stay! How can I return to a place that was so powerful and defining to me as a 21-year-old now that I’m a completely different 28-year-old person? I DON’T DESERVE TO GO BACK.
But Matt told me I was being silly and we showed up at the Rail Europe train station on time.