Anticipation

"Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay? Put up your caravan, just for one day" R. Hodgson

4 days! Part of me just wants to fast forward to 6:30 Saturday night when I will be on a plane en route to Paris and part of me wants these next 4 days to go by as slowly as possible. The goodbyes are starting and that's scary. Saying goodbye to Maria on Monday night was the first time it really hit me. Yesterday was my last day working with Robbie and today will be my last day working with the French family. My room has exploded during the packing process and my suitcases are still empty.

Seeing the Deeley boys on Monday night really got me thinking about how quickly time is passing. I've been babysitting for the Deeley's for almost ten years now; when I started they had one little boy who was 10 months old. Now TJ is 10 years old and he has 4 little brothers. I'll be in Paris for 5 months, and in the grand scheme of things, 5 months really isn't that long. But oh how much can change in that short span of time. I think about where I was 5 months ago--I had just returned from an amazing summer in Spain, I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or my education, I had a very rocky relationship with some of my friends, I had no jobs lined up, I was restless and eager to get back over to Europe.

So much has changed since then, but at the same time so much has stayed the same. I'm still the same girl--still love to cook, love languages, love to read, I have the same great family, the same great friends. So where will the next 5 months take me? I'm desperate to know, but time is something you just cannot rush.