I'm writing now because I said I'd post again, but I have no strength left. Yesterday was my big 4th of July/going away party that I'd been planning for a while. So, so much fun. There were around 30 of my friends there, the vast majority from school but a few AFSers too. The first people showed up at 2 PM and the last left at 11 AM this morning. It was probably the best party I've ever had.
Saturday night it had been stormy, with thunder, lighning, and torrents of rain. I was really worried about how Sunday would turn out because it wasn't clearing up and the whole party was supposed to be outside, but luckilty, at around noon Sunday, the sun came out and he clouds vanished. I had asked my friends to come dressed as an "American", and they almost all went crazy with it. There were a band of cowboys, some american flags, a cheerleader, a hula dancer, Pamela Anderson, and even some one dressed up as me! Everyone brought something to eat, and we had a volley ball net, frisbee, a water fight, and other barbecue like things.
But the best parts were the things that my friends had in store for me. 5 of my friends, armed with a trumpet, a piano, 2 flutes, and a recorder, surprised me by performing "My heart will go on", which was amazing. Then, a little bit later, I was attacked, blindfolded, and forced into unseen clothing. The unseen clothing turned out to be an Equipe de France soccer jersey and a French flag with armholes so that you can year it around (trop classe, quoi). Then, as I was standing in shock, they dumped a pile of gifts on me. I got portrait, a joke book, perfume, and avery lovely necklace. But best of all was the book they gave me that was filled with photos and notes of/from everybody. My teachers, my class, my friends, everyone had signed it. I came to the realisation that I have the best friends ever =)
All that was amazing, as was the party, until 20:00. Because at 8 PM people started to leave. And that was the hardest part. It was a million times harder than leaving the US because now, well I'm not sure if I ever will see some of my amazing friends again. Saying good bye to everyone made me feel like my heart was ripping. Every one was in tears (I'm pretty sure we all looked pathetic).
And now that everyone's gone I just feel extremely tired. When I think about last night there's a little ache that arrives, and other than that I'm just completely worn out. It's not a sleepy tired, it's more a... well.... a feeling that I can't describe...
But this week is packed to the brim. I have a party tomorrow night, I go to Lyon wednesday morning, I have a party wednesday night, I'm going bowling thursday afternoon, I'm having a last moment with my host fam Thursday night, I'm hanging out with my best friends Friday, and Saturday at 5:45 I take the but to go to Paris. I come back to the US Sunday afternoon.
Yeah.... I'm sorry about this post being so weird.... It's just, writing is really... unappetizing.. at the moment...
But I'll see you soon enough...
Love, Sophia
