Fun fact, once I get on this computer, I change the settings every time from a french to english keyboard, because I can type much faster. Maybe someday, I'll default to the french ways but for now, I'm still going the American way with the computers.As I'm still pretty new out here there are a lot of small concerns I face every day that accumulate into the stress which is a mission. The newness of everything stresses me out. I look around and all the signs, stores, and nutrition facts on the food cartons are in french. That, combined with the fact I'm in a new place, Lille, and I never know where I am. Haha, there are no mountains, my natural compass, only buildings, parks, metro stops, people, and patisseries. The metro throws me off every time; you descend into the ground only to find yourself ten minutes later in a completely new location. Additionally, everyone speaks french, so I'm doing my best to get something out of what people are saying, and most of the time, it involves me nodding head and agreeing with whatever is said. The last part of newness, or one of the less enjoyable, is being the youngest. At home, school, and in friend groups I've always been the one who knows what is going on, and who has an Idea of how to do things the right way. Right now I'm what everyone in the Paris Mission calls a "Bleu" which means I'm new. Madeline, I think I have a better Idea of what you feel like being the youngest sibling. It's hard being told what to do by everyone else all day!
|a cool sunset from Lille|
|This is the ward building we go to every week|