Final weekend:
final kebab.
final french movie.
final patisserie.
final soiree with my friends.
final sequana moment.
final (4 hour) lunch with my host family.
final train to Paris.
Is it already time for me to leave?
I just spent the past 10 minutes walking around the house, looking at everything I could, trying to just grasp the fact I'm leaving.
What I have to keep in mind--what I am doing my best to keep in mind--is that these "final" things are opening the door to another phase of my life.
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