My hair color gives me away before I even open my mouth.*
Thinking this makes me feel immediately better. Maybe if I package all of my fears into little short sentences I can hide them under the bed of this Ibis hotel and forget about the fact that I am still not even at the half way mark.
Here I am in Toulouse, with a suitcase I can’t lift and mascara that won’t stop running.
Take me home. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
*French people, besides never straightening their hair, also never dye it blonde. and there are very few natural blondes here.
8 comments:
katie i love you! don't fret! you're in europe!
You'll be ok...just give a few days! love you too...enjoy france!
you can do it katie!!!!!
also, since you don't know anyone, who says you have to wear mascara? :)
I love you Katie, and I know you can do this!
Oh dearest katya! I feel your pain. Even being gone for as long as i was felt like WAY too long. I love you and you can do it sistah!!
You can do it Katie! Give it awhile and you'll wish you didn't have to come back to Utah. You're amazing, don't forget it!
You are awesome, Katie! One of my favorite people. Hang in there! Life will get better.
Katie it is not about your looks. The French will be bitter for a while considering their futbol team fell apart. Who you are inside makes you beautiful and loved by many. Katie, will you go penguin-sledding with me?
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