the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.
Definitely my condition, right there. Everything is as overwhelming as ever and the weeks have flown by without me even slightly comprehending each one, and how remarkable they have been.
Today marks my four weeks here and it makes me question the trust I have in time and how much time I have left. One month down and eleven to go. That's one twelfth. It's scary because I have felt the speed of time and tasted just how quickly the next year will go by. It has not been time wasted, however. Every moment has been just as spectacular as any and I am loving this experience.
So in the past two weeks, since I last posted, so much has happened. Like, maybe, a week in Paris? Meeting a million people (that's an exaggeration) at Intro Camp who happen to come from all over the world? Well yes, pretty much.
So the week before last was the week of Intro Camp which basically means, six hours of Danish lessons daily! And a whole lot of drinking coffee and eating cake. The latter part makes up for the first, at least. The camp was so helpful and yes, educational. After the first three or four days, everyone had bonded and no one really wanted to leave. Now all of us exchange students are dying for the 'Get2Gether' so we can all see each other again. Rotary and their creative names...
It was fun.
Then was the trip to Paris with my host family. I felt so blessed to get to go somewhere so cool, so soon on my exchange. It was amazing.
But before that, was the twelve hour drive. I slept through every new country we entered and that was fine. The scenery was wonderful when I happened to be awake, but other than that my eyelids were rather entertaining too.
I also happened to sleep through Valentine's Day on the return home. That was also fine.
We spent four days in Disneyland and it was awesome. I concluded that no one is ever too old for that place. I loved it. I relived a frightening part of my childhood when going on the Hollywood Tower Hotel ride for the second time in my life. The first was when I went on it with my three sisters back in 2007 in Disneyland USA. Whoa, I think I screamed even louder than my eleven-year-old self. It was every bit as wild as I remember, and in a twisted kind of way, I loved the feeling of almost falling to my death. I think it's called an adrenaline rush? But that didn't give me a drive to go a third time. Sorry, kids.
I loved spending time with my host family and especially be it in a theme park. It was so much fun.
So after a month, I definitely think I like this place, and wouldn't mind staying for a little while longer. I think eleven more months sounds good to me.
