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I have been doing a terrible job of updating this blog! I'll make this one lengthy and informative to compensate for that fact.

After the last post, I did a couple really fun things in France before leaving for les vacances.

First, I went to Lyon with some of the other assistants for the Festival of Lights. It was beautiful, and crowded, and freezing cold: but the lights were incredible, I got to see a couple cool light shows, and the hot wine was delicious (as was the Indian dinner we ate on the second night). It was one of those weekends where it's nearly impossible to feel anything but grateful for the experience of living in this country, enjoying my time surrounded by beauty and new friends.

Just a day after returning to my city from Lyon, I went to a gala hosted by my friend and quasi-roommate Jennifer's university. It was a roaring 20's theme (with an open bar) and by a wide margin one of the most unique nights of my life. I found myself in the middle of hundreds of people around my age dressed in their flappers' dresses, feather boas, and top hats, all speaking French and enjoying the kind of party that is so uncommon in French high schools but taken fully for granted in the US. If my high school prom had featured a break-dance crew, a choir, and limitless drinks I would have certainly appreciated the experience much more. I got to spend time with a future roommate and got to know her a bit better, which was amazing. I talked with one of the girls I have met here who has an insatiable thirst for gory, disgusting movies (a shared interest). I also met a couple other people who I hope will become great friends --- and that is the main reason that this party was so incredible. It's very difficult to make new friends in any country: but add the language and cultural barriers and the fact that in a given day I spend the majority of my time with children, it's understandably frustrating to try to meet anyone on a personal level. With any luck I can cultivate these relationships and feel more at ease in France, and with my French speaking abilities.



A few days later (and after much frantic, last-minute packing) I found myself on a train headed to the airport. I had booked a room in a hotel for the night before my flight to try to prevent any chances of missing my flight; but, unfortunately, my hotel was about a 30 euro taxi ride from the airport. Round trip, that made about 75 euro in taxi fare... would have been better off paying twice as much for a hotel closer to the airport, but live and learn, right?

Once I had recovered from my jet lag, I started cooking up a storm. One of the things I most missed about being home was having a kitchen, so I took full advantage of that availability the second I was conscious enough to not kill myself in the process of cooking. Soon after, off to Athens for a typical two days spent with a couple of my best friends. The next day, I babysat my nephew Kaleb and we went to the movies. He is, as it turns out, almost as exhausting as a class full of 10 year old kids. Then Columbus to see Kristina. She's definitely a friend I can turn to when I get bad news, and she knows how to put my mind in a better place. So grateful for that!

Christmas, at home, with the family. Not much to say about that; with so many kids running around in one house, it was nice to leave as soon as we were done eating and opening presents.

My second week home started with Alex at her parents' home near Toledo. The best few consecutive days I've had in months, spent playing the Wii, eating Mexican, and mostly just hanging out with Alex and her mom. They are my new adoptive (adopted? both are true) family. I miss them already!

Skip to New Year's Eve. I love Athens on NYE!!! Getting dressed up, playing drinking games with champagne, and meeting new friends--- nothing better.

New Year's day passed in a blur of packing at the very last minute (notice a pattern there?), and then I was yet again on my to the airport.

Now I'm in my room, which is as usual cold because the heat is, as usual, not working, reflecting on the last few weeks. As with the previous year, my time in the States brought with it some incredible moments and some devastating shocks. It was a great experience, which I wouldn't change in the slightest even if I could, and I look forward to the new year to bring more of the same. To ask for nothing but wonderful experiences and great times would be regrettable; without the hardships it would be impossible to appreciate fully the moments in which I think to myself, "Things couldn't be any better than they are right now."

Another thing I realized coming back to my tiny, dirty room here: this is my home now, at least for the moment. I'm so appreciative of the fact that I have the opportunity to say that, and to finally realize the fact.