au revoir!

The scariest part about leaving for 7 weeks is the thought that you are not going to be missed. It's kind of nice to think that someone's world is shattered because you are not present.
(Sometimes I imagine someone has a major "Marta Crush" on me (love from afar) and they are going to notice that I am not there because I am so beautiful and I light up their ENTIRE LIFE. (Kind of like SPN (only some people will understand this but they know the deep feelings I have for the stranger))).

I am definitely pretending that everyone I come in contact with live's change because I am the incredible. Truth is: there is probably like 5 people that will really miss me and they are related to me. But guess what! My family is made up of the most kick ass people in the entire world! Like they gave me little presents for every step on my journey including a Hanson fix. (I will post these when I am allowed to open them) Needless to say I started bawling and I feel like bawling right now writing about it because my sisters are so fucking amazing. This is why leaving for 7 weeks is going to be really difficult for me. It really deeply bugs when people say "Marta 7 weeks isn't even that long" It is fucking long for me, JERKS.

So I am writing this at the airport because I'm bored. Let me tell you about my day:
I had to buy my host family aka ma famille d'accueil something and I decided on honey because HELLO, beehive state guys, it makes sense. I also bought them a cool desert photography book because France does not have any deserts and Utah has some BAD ASS ones. It was very well thought out and I am a great host daughter.

THEN! I was like: Crap bags! I need socks. Because I bought a pack of socks like 2 weeks ago and they are already lost in laundry land. (Weird fact: my host mother is going to be doing my laundry, that's weird. I have been doing my own laundry since I was like 8). So I was quickly zipping up my luggage because we were going to go to the airport right after our sock run and guess what happened? MY GOD DAMN LUGGAGE ZIPPER BROKE! My luggage was not even stuffed that full. It was ludicrous.

SO! we ran into Target Bought socks and new luggage. Ran outside and literally broke open my shitty ass luggage and threw it in the new one (I was kind of glad to get a slightly bigger luggage because then I didn't  have to carry a useless carryon full of stuff that wouldn't fit in my previous stupid luggage).  We did it right in front of Target. Here's a commenters comment: "Last minute packing?" DUH yes. We are literally standing in front of Target throwing my shit (that was oh so organized) into my new luggage (Now so unorganized).

(So god damn organized)

Here's my theory: All this chaos is happening because it's getting out of the way. It's going to be all calm and collected when I arrive in a new country. Yes. That is going to happen. Yes. Yes. Yes.

THEN, something weird happened with my ticket and I almost cried because when I get around my family I feel like I can cry because they will still love me and Rebekah thinks I have a cute cry face. It's all okay though. They just offered me a direct flight but you know what sounds like the worst? Being on a plane for 13 hours. So yeah, I stuck with the layover. (I'm considering both getting buzzed and getting my nails done in the JFK airport).

Here are some people who will miss me slightly less than my family:

avant l'aventure

Perhaps you know, perhaps you don't know, the fact is that I am about to take a very large trip to Grenoble, France. France is very far away. VERY far away. A world away! Well not actually a world away because wouldn't a world away just put you back to where you are in the first place? THINK ABOUT IT. So Grenoble is a half a world away. Here's a picture:

Here's the deal, I am an adult baby lady. I am scared shitless. Seriously, when people say "scared shitless" they mean it. All the shit inside your body evacuates due to nervousness. That's my case. I am running on nothing all up in here. "Why are you scared, Marta?" 

1. I am living with a family that is not allowed to speak English to me. "Je ne sait pas" (I don't know) and "Comment dit on?" (How do you say?) Are going to be phrases that is going to be exiting my mouth A LOT.  So yeah, I am going to sound like a five year old. 

2. I really like my family and I have never been away from them for more than a week. As I mentioned before, I am an adult baby lady, and everyone in my family takes care of me. So this trip is going to be a real eye opener. So yes I am going to miss them. 

Don't get me wrong there is also the excitement bundled up in all the emotions I feel. I am going to a place where history dates back 2000 years! That's just ludicrous! That's like fifteen years after Jesus! My brain is going to be so full of knowledge about old stuff! 

The south of France is known for what? WINE! Awe yes! Wine. I plan on becoming a lover of wine. Do they drink wine for lunch? I don't know yet but the French seem like lunch wine drinkers. AWESOME. 

I have been eating a lot of croissants to prepare for the cuisine. I don't really know about French cuisine, the restaurants that sell French food are expensive. I know France has croissants and escargot, someone told me they taste like garlic mushrooms, I am down for that. I am going to eat ALL the foods and drink ALL the drinks. What if I come home and I am not satisfied by anything American again!? I might just have to find someone to marry me and move there. Just kidding, revert back to me loving my family too much. 

So here's the deal: 

Follow this blog if you want the sweet details of my trip and adventures and my struggles and all the fun stuff. Some of the things that I plan on doing on this blog are: people watch and write about their lives that I have made up in my head, fill it with cool pictures of me in places,  take pictures of good food that I have eaten. IT'S GOING TO BE GREAT!