Honestly, I hadn’t gotten a chance to process what I was about to do. Up until the day before I left, I kept telling myself that I was, in fact, leaving the country. That I was going to be separating from my classmates and graduating a year later, including Faris and Diana, who have been in all my classes since junior year of college. That I was going to be working at a hospital in Pediatrics. In French.
The day I left the states, I was wondering what I was getting myself into. How could I be prepared to do this? What if I forgot all my French? What if I am not good at my job? Needless to say, I was nervous. Very very nervous.
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