I almost forgot I could unpack my things until my host mother showed me my closet. It is nice to feel settled, even though I can barely understand anything that is going on around me. Dinners with my host family are a little bit of a struggle, but they have been so patient with my housemate and me. I was really ashamed of my accent at the beginning; I hated how easily people can peg me as an American. But I traveled to Normandy with my orientation program yesterday, and now I'm realizing that being an American in Paris isn't such a bad thing after all.
Is my life in Paris like the video below? Why yes: everyone smiles, people help me with directions when I'm lost, the metro is never crowded, and of course I have met a cute French boy.
False: no one smiles, no one helps an American tourist, the metro is always crowded, and I'm still working on meeting a cute French boy.
I smiled at the gardener when I left my apartment the first morning, he gave me a weird look.
Post title from La terre est ronde by Orelsan.
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