i am moving to paris on wednesday.
after weeks of anxiety, i finally learned where i will be living for the next five months. my french host family has a fifth floor apartment on the avenue de versailles, a bit farther from school than i expected but still in a great little area.
two doors down from my building is the 'restaurant san francisco,' which i find ironic yet strangely comforting. (oh, how i love google maps' street view function!)

so at the moment i'm procrastinating; i've done three loads of laundry and have one more + all the handwashing i need to do, and then it's PACKING TIME. i have two humongous red suitcases (the lightest in the world!) sitting on my bed, positively gaping at me.
time to get things done, i suppose!