In other words, Paris is okay. I'm sure that those who know me well will be shocked to hear that I'm saying this. I've been dreaming about coming here for awhile, and now I'm finally here. I thought I'd be jumping up and down euphorically as soon as I got here, but no. My first memories consist of me missing my flight to Newark, then ultimately missing my original flight to Paris because the second flight to Newark got delayed. I ended up having to go back home for the night. My very first memories of arriving in Paris consisted of me running around Charles de Gaulle airport trying to locate my luggage. After almost an hour, I heard someone calling my name. It was Diana, one of the girls in my program. Next thing I knew, I had both of my bags by my side.
As for Paris...it's a wonderful city, without doubt. I just think the past few days have been crazy. So crazy that it hasn't really hit me that I'm in Paris. I'll give it some more time.