First.

I guess I like making lists lately. For example, France has had a lot of firsts for me.

First time leaving the country.
First time riding in an underground rail system.
First time on a public bus.
First time taking a taxi.
First time traveling by myself (and successfully!)
First time eating kangaroo.
First time eating duck.
First time eating kebabs.
First time eating curry.
And brussel sprouts, eggplant, salmon (none of which I liked).
First time living somewhere outside of my parents' home.
First time visiting London, Paris and soon Amsterdam.
First time I'd been on the east coast of the US.
First time going to Florida (when I go home).
First time seeing the Atlantic!
First time living somewhere where it can be 75 degrees in the middle of November. And for more than just one day.
First time going to a Chinatown! (yea that was in London but it counts as a France experience to me)

There are so many more, but I can't remember anymore.

I don't think I've ever been this excited to go home. I have five weeks left. I guess it makes sense. I love traveling and going on vacation but one of the things I like most about it is getting home when it's done. And I really like to go on vacation with my family. I know, it's true that there's a lot of things I prefer to do with my family. But going places and seeing cool things just isn't the same with someone you don't really know.

Class time. Bye!