Est ce la fin du debut ou le debut de la fin ... ?
Dans une semaine je serais de nouveau en France. Chez moi. Ou plutot chez mon premier chez moi. Car a present ici aussi c'est un peu chez moi. UNE SEMAINE. I can't get over it. Why does the time go by so quickly (or fastly for cool people, like me) ??? It seems that I've been here for only one week or I've always lived here...
How am I gonna live without :
- get up in the morning and see you lurking around !
- making cookies or rice krispies at 2h in the morning !
- having half naked dances party on the Fratellis !
- having water,pillows or with -pretty-much-whatever-we-can-find FIGHTS
- watching movies while knitting and drinking massives quantities of jasmine tea
- having big discussions (everytime your dad is just beside us... )
- doing nothing but being together and read
- having crafty evenings, spending at making pictures frames or collages
- going for a walk and laying in the moss, or when we feel adventurous, pretending to be beavers and mooses or trespassing by chance in a private property !
- stealing you entire wardrobe !
- having emo makeover
- having "sick" day together !
- going to novel idea and have a soup for lunch and eventually being late in english class
- running down Main Street in the rain in a shopping cart that we stole from the department store
- going to bed at midnight during the week because we were talking into your room (and I was preventing you to do your maths homeworks)
- ashamed ourselves wherever we are, whatever we do !
- divorcing in english class (and marrying Isaac for his loads of cash) !
- spending hours and hours at Next to New, buying loads of very fashionnable and useful stuffs for 5$
- being hairy and smelly and lusting after mister egeto (Sacre Bleu!) !
- watching Disney movies and dressing up like the characters
- having weird noises' and pterodactyls' parties :-D
- being disappointed of our lack of lesbianness and plumpouilletteness !
- having pronunciation and vocabulary parties ( In Hartford, Herrington and Hampshire, Hurricanes Hardly ever Happen... ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM!- work- coconut- circumstances- hypothetically "hi-poe-thae-tick-aly"- real- redundancy- ideA)
- being ADD
- painting rocks instead of going out to wild parties on saturday night
- making vile smelling soap in the shape of flowers
- convincing people on drugs that we ordered each other from the internet to be lesbians together for 3 months
- generating static electricity from my leg carpet !
- making clever cultural references, by quoting movies from the 80's, which no one understand except us. >If he gets up, we'll all get up! IT'LL BE ANARCHY!
- having innumerable recipes involving MARSHMALLOWS
- FRANGLAIS... and lovely, loving franglais swear words.
- and so much more (liste non exhaustive a titre indicatif :-) ) ....
[ -> every "you" it's for you my cabbage, of course :) ]
*Pourquoi toutes les bonnes chose ont une fin ?
- pour pouvoir regarder en arriere et se dire que si l'on devait tout recommencer on ne changerait rien...
*Et cette fin la, pourquoi elle est si triste ?
- pour que la suite n'en soit que plus joyeuse...
Et moi j'en suis ou dans tout ca ? Est ce que j'ai change ? J'ai l'impression d'etre toujours la meme, mais qui sait ? J'ai vecu tellement de nouvelles experiences, ces quelques semaines m'ont apporte des choses que je n'aurais jamais trouve ailleurs et qui resteront ancrees en moi... je crois bien qu'il y a une Oriane avant et une Oriane apres ces 3 mois au Canada. Mes souvenirs sont emotions, paysages, odeurs, sons, objets ; et le sentiment d'avoir une deuxieme famille, un deuxieme pays... a travers ce blog, j'ai immortalise tous ces moments et cela me permet maintenant de contempler et me rappeller, tout en ayant partage au fil du temps un peu de cette aventure avec le monde exterieur.
Mais... il me reste TELLEMENT DE CHOSES A RACONTER !