Bordeaux Blog: Chapter 9
So that’s it, 9 months working in an actual job speaking a language that isn’t your own makes you have a point! I was under the impression that I was just getting chucked out here on my very lonesome so I could learn to order cake in a foreign language! THESE are the plus sides to a year abroad people are always banging on about! To be fair and honest, I was and continue to be one of those aforementioned people. You won’t really realise it at the beginning but this year makes you grow up and learn to cook much more than any extra year at comfortable uni could have. It’s like being a very laid back Robinson Crusoe! Which if you ask me is how the year abroad department should market this fantastic folly. Basically, if you’re reading this before you run off, you can look forward to getting very lost, miscomprehending a lot of social nuance, feeling terribly out of place at work and finding out that you’re actually mispronouncing a fair amount of things… but all the while enjoying every second of it, meeting fantastic people, creating great memories (apols for the extremely cheesy cliché) and becoming charmingly fluent. By which I do mean, using it to flirt. So while I do realize that me preaching the benefits of a year abroad to you is to be expected, I also hope that you’ll be more willing to run off on one or at least look into it. Although arguably if you’re on this website you already are… I’m headed into a dangerous loop with this, but you get the point.
I must confess, however, that there is an outside factor other than my year abroad being aces making me happy. I’ve finished my project, OH YES. Very few things in my life have ever actually felt as good as writing that last French sentence. I feel like I faced off against a medium-sized hill and won. And, I’m still on time! I’m even AHEAD of schedule technically (the kind of technically like when you walk out of your house 5 minutes before you’re supposed to meet someone 15 minutes away, admittedly). And the best part? I am in no way jealous of the people that ran off to do Erasmus. At first it can be a little unsettling, after all they’re off going to uni, meeting nice people in class, having events set up for them, etc. and what are you, the year abroad intern doing? Filing. And some other stuff, but lets just leave it at that for hyperbolic effect. But all of a sudden, hit the end of the year and what are you doing? Lounging about, enjoying your weekends and going to work for a while still where you can get your work done AS you listen to classic J.Lo tunes (I didn’t say I was proud). And meanwhile your lovely friends are all gnawing on pens and losing their hair cause they all have timed exams to be filling in in a different language. Can you feel the smartassness coming out of me right now? Both years abroad have their pros and of course their cons, but every once in a while its good to sit there and list all the pros of yours.
And now, dear reader, comes the best part of your year. You’re on your year abroad, if you’ve rented a flat chances are your lease isn’t up till September and if it’s not I’m, sure you’ve made friends that can house you willingly (failing that, learn to make good deserts so people will want you in their house) but now you get to make great use of it. We have at our disposal what is essentially an HQ for summer travels, a nice little shack in mainland Europe from which to jet set. So I don’t know about you but I’m going all over the place. why the hell not go a discovering? And another best part are the summer stays from friends as well; never give up searching for that unknown corner of your adopted city. Here starts our nostalgia building moment, dear reader, lets embrace it fully but please refrain from going tumblr-cheesy all over it, yes? By this I do mean no vintage effects over photos of old bridges, any of you caught doing that will be sent to the naughty step.
And there you have it. My last one of these monthly interruptions to your life with my capitalized twitter or facebook demands that you read it. I’ll miss this blog, but you haven’t heard the last of me yet, so fret not friends, the stubborn, rude and sometimes witty Spaniard will be back at some point. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading these as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them… actually scratch that, I hope you’ve enjoyed it more, it’s the least you can do, these things don’t write themselves you know! All my greetings and PG-approved cuddles from my home, Bdx.
P.S it's my big sisters Birthday tomorrow: Happy Birthday sis! (just dont look straight at the lit candles)