Last night, I arrived in Bordeaux after 18 hours of travelling feeling tired, sick, brokenhearted, jet-lagged, and more alone and helpless than I had ever felt in my entire life. I was by myself in a random hotel and had no idea how I was going to move into my new place, and I was wondering when my exchange was going to start being as fun as everyone says it is. But! There were words from home that have kept me encouraged for the past 48 hours, and I probably would have jumped right back onto the plane if I didn’t have letters from loved ones (and friends calming me down on Facebook) and hope that Jesus has prepared a place somewhere for me here.
“A little blue covered with peace is the best place to be.”
This morning, I somehow had the bravery to figure out Bordeaux transit with only Google Maps screenshots on my phone, and asked for help at my school. As the day went on, my heart became lighter and lighter, and everyone has been kind to me. As of 2 hours ago, I’ve officially moved into my new place, and my roommate has kept my spirits high. Here’s a photo of my apartment:
I could have cried from happiness at how beautiful it is if I hadn’t already cried so much before. I think the good part starts now.