Moved In

I now officially live in Paris. I dropped my stuff off with my family this morning, went for a farewell tour around the city with Mom and Dad, and am now sitting in my room stealing wireless internet from a neighbor because I don't know the Dourdins' wireless key yet.

They're great and the house is great: my parents met them and they get along well and they have a 23-year-old daughter who is much cooler than I am but is still nice to me. She just finished working on a fashion show: they asked her to model, but that was too boring, so she ended up in some executive role as well. University in Paris is five years long and most people commute, so this is her last year here before she moves to New York with her boyfriend for six months. As I sad, way cooler than I am. I am trying to put up pictures of the house, but this Picasa thing is taking years to download and I may have to go to bed first.

I start orientation tomorrow at 2:00 p.m., which seems to me like a very civilized time for school to begin. I hope that keeps up. Obviously I Facebook stalked all the people on the email list for my program, and they seem interesting from their pictures, but I guess it's tough to express yourself in one square inch.

I would say that the worst thing about Paris is their total lack of understanding about what a frappe (or milkshake, as I guess everyone not from Boston calls it) is. I tried to order one today and despite the waiter's assurances that it would be creamy (if there's a direct translation for "thick," I don't know it), I received an expensive glass of very cold chocolate milk. Not quite what I was going for.

I was really excited to write this, but now that I look back on it, I really don't have too much to say. I promise my life will seem more interesting when I can accompany it with pictures.

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