I've had a ball. I've learned more than I ever expected. I've made some of the best friends of my life. I've traveled alone, and I've traveled in groups. I've made cultural blunders, and I've said things that probably translated horribly. I've cried, I've been sick, and I've missed home. I've loved, I've danced, and I've had nights filled with some of the most interesting conversations. I've felt on top of the world, and I've been constantly inspired. My view of this world has expanded tremendously, and I will never be the same. I am still me, but now I have this little treasure that I will keep forever as a part of who I am, and that is Paris.
Today, on my last day in Paris, it's snowing. I woke up this morning to everything covered in white fluff, and it was beautiful. It was like Paris decided to say goodbye, and now it's really time to go. I still have this one last night, and tonight's gonna be a good night.