I grew up in a small town, but what I really love is a great big city. I love cities. My small town is only an hour away from New York, which, you know. Good city. I spent three of my college years in Washington, DC, one of the only places I have ever loved as much as my own home. I studied for one semester as an exchange student in Paris, one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been lucky enough to know. I have visited and subsequently fallen in love with many other cities, too: Barcelona, Istanbul, Montreal, Rome, and others. I am in Bordeaux for the evening, and as I explained in my last post, I am already falling in love with it. The tram here, in particular, is fantastic. I have a passionate and inexplicable love for public transportation. In any case, I am a city girl at heart.
Here's the thing, though: tomorrow I am moving to Blaye, France, population 5000. Definitely not a city. And yet, I'm excited. Thrilled, even. Maybe I'll end up moving to Bordeaux and commuting to work in Blaye, but I'm excited even for the chance to get to know a little pocket of France that even many French people have never heard of.
More to come!
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