September 9, 2016
As I was preparing to go to France back in March I was preoccupied with the impending adventure. I was curious as to how I would react, how I would feel etc. Leading up to my departure Dan planned and pulled off an amazing farewell party for me, inviting so many people who all wished me well.
It was a great evening. So much positive energy, words of encouragement and genuine excitement for me. I finished that evening full of energy and joy. Sure it was going to be challenging leaving everyone behind, friends, family, Dan, but it was only for 6 months. I'd be back at the end of the summer.
Here now, sitting in my little studio apartment writing this, I'm a few weeks away from returning to Canada. Or more specifically, leaving France.
I've had a grand time here. I've enjoyed meeting my teachers and being instructed by them in the grammar and nuances of the French language. I've met some lovely people here. Some have left already themselves, some will remain once I leave. I will say goodbye to my host family who have been incredibly welcoming and generous. Even their neighbour has welcomed me into his entourage.
I've enjoyed the city and all that the south of France has offered me. The weather has been spectacular, the food has been delicious and the beaches delightful.
In a week I will be leaving Montpellier and everything it gave me.
I am confident I will be back. Someday. I am confident I will see the people whom I've met again. Someday. I will see my host family again. Someday.
But not in 6 months.
I have come to appreciate the French language for its delightful nuances. In the process however, I have also learned that this nuance exists in English. And when you think about it, those nuances can be just as profound.
And that is what the difference is for me between "going" and "leaving". And why for me, going was exciting and why leaving is sad.
