Sixteen short days in which to finish three exams (eek!), pack my suitcase(s, let's be honest here), and run around like a headless chicken repeating the traveller's mantra "passport, money, tickets".
Oh, and 16 days to get the maximum cuddles from my cat Edmund before I leave him in the capable (?) and caring hands of my boyfriend, Nick, for the next five months.
When I first applied to university I must admit the location of study exchanges was fairly high up my checklist of essentials, so I had been planning to study abroad from the beginning; and, as an unashamed francophile, France or a French speaking country was always the intention. Long have I enjoyed daydreams of cycling through the streets of Paris in the sunshine, with my dress billowing around me, books in my basket accompanied by a little something from the patisserie. I might have overly romanticised the city but I am darn well determined to make the reality live up to the fantasy.
I've done my homework, found an apartment, know what I shall need with regard to opening a bank account, claiming APL, and where I need to go for my first day at university so why am I still nervous?
Don't be nervous, be happy It's your Erasmus !!!
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