but it's okay because becky will get to wear it

The other day I saw a black, three tiered fringe dress at H&M, and I knew I had to buy it.

It was screaming really hot latin dress to me.

Except I don't have any plans to compete latin next year...or possibly ever again.
But I bought it anyway.

And then tried it on in my warm, warm room and cha-chaed around.
I guess you can the girl out of the ballroom, but you can't take the ballroom out of the girl...?

breathe

Today I am doing much better. My mom put me back together and did everything she could to make this transition easier. And never once has she reminded me that I brought this upon myself nor has she given me the "this is a such a great opportunity!" speech, which I greatly appreciate. We met with Florence, my contact at Les Petits Freres, where I'll be working starting tomorrow (!), and she was very nice and I think I'll be just fine here.

And maybe there's a chance I could leave a week early.

And maybe I'd be totally okay with that.

:P

nope nope nope

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.