So it finally came, the day that ends one episode of my life and marks the beginning of another. This week I have been packing and yawning and stressing and hugging and dreaming and thinking and and.. My bag for France and my bag for home are both standing on the floor in my room, ready to be grabbed and taken to the airport. Taken to new adventures, My head and my heart and my stomach are at unrest. Ideas and dreams are floating around inside. I have decisions to make. I can't choose wrong.