I move in about two months.
Dates haven’t been set in stone yet, and—because I know you’re all
wondering—yes, I’m starting to freak out a little bit. So to quell the lingering anxiety, I’m trying
my best to get prepared now. I went
through my closet a few months ago and gave away 75 articles of clothing
(which, by the way, I had moved from College Station to San Antonio to
“Philadelphia” to Houston before deeming them unnecessary). Plus, I have significantly cut down on excess
spending on clothes for two reasons:
Paris fashion and limited suitcase capacity. Granted I’ve made some purchases here and
there but ONLY on items that will keep me looking as chic as the quintessential
Parisienne. I still have no earthly idea
how I’m going to pack for six months abroad in two suitcases. Challenge…accepted, if for no other reason
than not having a choice.
In preparation for the big switch to the metric system, my
phone now tells me the weather in Celsius.
You would think that being an engineer by training I would be better at
the conversion, but such is not the case.
I have mini panic attacks every time I check the weather before leaving
my apartment when my phone reads “currently 4 degrees, high of 7.” WHAT?!
Oh, right, Celsius. So somewhere
in the 40s. Whew. Something tells me it is going to take a
while to get used to the temperature conversion. At least the mile to kilometer conversion is
much more straightforward.
Lucky for me, I work with Paris often enough to have the
time difference down. Thank
goodness. I’ll worry about being
confused by the Daylight Savings mechanics whenever that happens. And, BONUS!
I worked for the ROTC program in college so 24-hour time is a
breeze. Good thing Europeans are
famously punctual so all this knowledge will go to good use.
