Still not in France...

But I feel that as the days creep closer, I am more interested in knowing what it feels like to be in Vancouver. I mean I try to look at things differently. I'm on the bus riding down Granville St or past residential areas and I'll look out at the houses and wonder if houses in Vitrolles will look anything like them.

Seriously, I keep waiting for this brick to fall out of the sky, hit me on the head, and turn out to be a 10 lbs letter telling me that I'm not actually going to France and to get back to my senses. I don't know what I'm thinking of. I still have things to take care of before I leave. And it doesn't help that at every turn my mom is thinking of ways to discourage me from going :P I guess that's a part of her job, eh? Ah, well, it's not actually discouraging me. If anything, her reverse-psychology has always worked on me. "Go clean the dishes!" *stays and vegetates in front of the computer instead*

So if before, the prospect of tonnes of material to get done with before going to France was dampening my keeness to go, now, thanks to mom, I want to go again. Thanks mom!

~Always remember to thank your mother!