is a moment that I have long rejected.
"Long" is not the correct term, saying that I feared from the day, a few weeks ago, where he became palpable.
So a while since I recently feared, rather. Therefore, I hunted, I ignored it - I closed my eyes and I plugged the ears.
Because after ten months' to the angels, "it is time to 'go home' ...
Ten months is well, ten months is a lot - and yet, as they seemed short, these ten months!
It has almost become cliché to say that time flies, but in this case I do not know what else I could say: July 5, 2006 seems far away and close to both. Too close ...
Yes, we must leave one day, but when it is only a few hours of the flight, we want this day to be postponed indefinitely in order to live a little further, to California. To "enjoy", as they say. Sunshine, palm trees, heat, ocean, film ... And then people.
It is obviously a thousand times more exotic discuss the strengths and cultural climate of the region, yet they would do well if they did not accompany pale delightful people I've discovered, tamed, well known here. These individuals have fantastic stay at this "angelic" to me seem quite electric shocking, and ultimately surreal! It only
Sciences Po, one expects at a halt, this gap year abroad, we talk about for months in advance, one imagines, it is fantasy, it is feared, it is all excited ... And then she arrived without warning, the fault is also at this time short - she arrived, and she spins ... She starts, and is already over! Hardly time to shiver, the time of angst a little time to dream ... we get home. But
unscathed ... I thought it would be easy to take the plane, I even thought that living near the ocean showed no interest, and that the sun would be a bonus that I could do without . I was seriously wrong! The formidable side on the weather in California is Quench it, you get used to. I do not even do the design on getting up at the bedside of the waves every morning and go to bed with the sun over the Pacific every night. Marne, Seine and Deûle met do not weight!
As for the return, it is generally difficult. As I said, we must return one day, and I am very excited to return, for a variety of different aspects ... But because I am professionally fulfilled (ie the least might say) and because with these people so bad that I have already mentioned we are locked in a bubble happiness suspended in the middle of the time, take off at 22:00 Pacific Time on Tuesday evening at 24, might be a tad tricky to negotiate. The price to pay, I guess ... And then me who loves airplanes, departure, travel, all the while taping a few tears, it feels more "real" ... And I thought
not bear to survive long term in our American friends (as long as ten months is a long-term), I got suspicious about their food, their tips enraging, apocalyptic their conduct, their occasional superficiality, their stupidity funny (and occasionally too), their latent hypocrisy (occasional) b ... I have also done their warm welcome, their immediate sympathy, welcome their politeness, their continued creativity and way of life ... American! Yes, I enjoyed.
I became convinced of wanting to turn around my future movies, the performing arts in general. I became convinced of wanting to spend some of my life traveling to discover all that I do not know, to complete these escapades aborted around the world.
I know more what I want, I am more sure of myself.
's one small step for man, one giant leap for Arthur! And thanks
palms, thanks to film reels, thanks to you ...
Angels made me grow, for sure, and just for that I should be moved to leave, just for that I should be happy time I spent there - so when there's everything else more ...
I learned how to make use of everything offered by this wonderful tool called the blog, to show you bits of my life here, this has given something more linear than usual, less tied to moods but more meetings and activities - and I think we do it is not doing badly, you and me! Thank you ... I've eaten
five jars of Nutella, although at this level I do not know if it's very positive.
And in those final hours in California, I think a lot L'auberge espagnole, and I am struck by how hard this film moved me in every vision, not even when I have lived such an adventure! I am now affected, and a little trembling, knowing what could really be felt by Xavier
... I'm happy. I'm not sad, just melancholic ("... the happiness of being sad ", Says Victor Hugo). I keep "the strength to believe that the best is yet to come" - which, in this situation promises magnificent days
... No, I'm not sad.
Yes, I'm happy!
I've probably experienced one of the most exciting adventures that can be brought to live when we only nineteen years. I left, I found myself, I discovered Los Angeles, I discovered a little more.
And, at least for that and for everything else too, I can tell you: this is a goodbye, the Angels!
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