You can't get more French than...

Upon further reflection into the reality of my living situation, I have realized that  I am quite an impressionable human being and that I tend to adapt my lifestyle to that of those around me. This being said, the longer that I am in France, the more I feel as though I am becoming a bit more French as the days go on. Taking this with a grain of salt (I'm not sure that I could ever completely lose my Buckeye attitude and my in general american-ness completely), it is an observation that leaves me feeling both hopeful and a bit uneasy.

While I've only been in France for 2 weeks, I feel as though I've been here for an eternity. It's as if I've been floating on air and been going through the motions (and emotions) but that it's all been a dream. Every so often I find myself stopping and looking around at my surroundings and being so overcome with gratitude and awe that I literally stop and breathe in the weight of the opportunity that I have. I am so lucky. The people with whom I am surrounded are wonderful and they are so supportive in my quest to (honestly, I'm not quite sure what goes at the end of this sentence so, I'm possibly on a quest to find out what quest I'm on).

Each day brings about new adventures and continuously changing circumstances. Certain things are getting easier like finding my way back to my appartement and enjoying a good, smelly cheese. I'm enjoying wandering the city and rediscovering the sites (and sights) of the beautiful Nancy. As time marches on, being away from everyone isn't necessarily getting easier, it's just becoming more familiar and more normal.

One thing that I know for sure, you can't get more French than going to the supermarket and buying 4 bottles of red wine, some camembert cheese and some French bread.