Leaving

I'm sitting at my desk thinking about leaving. In about an hour we're going to pack up and head off to the airport. Part of me is sad because I want to stay here, but then part of me is excited because I love Paris and I want to see my uncle. I know that after a few days I'll be happy that I went but now it's more sad than happy.

I'm scared because as of right now my french is not very good. I have to work in an office where most of the people don't speak english so that means I'll learn french very quickly. My uncle will be there to help translate if I need help but still...

Ok, off to finish up the last few things before I leave. Talk to you all in a few days.

BYE!