May 21
As I type I am in my quaint bedroom in Montpellier after a pleasant train ride from Paris. Quaint may not be the exact word I would use, possibly primitive or on the fringe. Just as like I am on the fringe of Montpellier. When I decided to be a part of this trip I knew it would be challenging and I knew I would need to be my toughest self, however, I feel as though I am incredibly trapped. The neighborhood I am in is not regarded as safe so you have to take the bus then metro everywhere. Additionally I have kicked the poor son out of his room and he is sleeping on the couch. I absolutely do not want to be difficult but I am living here and the time to be proactive is now. The French aspect is another hurdle to jump as the mother and son do not speak much English and as my French is majorly lacking. I am not a sit still kind of person but at the same I would hate to have to switch because these are the people that absolutely need the help and where I just feel like an utterly spoiled b...
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