Even though I’ve really enjoyed spending time here in Paris, there comes a time when I start to miss familiarity. I miss my room. I miss having Quinn as my roommate. I miss my bed. I actually miss the school, much to my surprise.
I also kind of want to go back to classes. I miss deconstructing Shakespeare plays and doing creative writing. That used to be the highlight of my day and I’ve been neglecting it. I don’t think I’ve read an actual book in forever.
So yeah. Just for the record: Ashmore > Paris
