A different kind of sick

I never got carsick until I moved to France.

Everytime i get into a car here I get car sick which has NEVER happened to me before. I am infact the one that can read a book while driving through that mountains, stomac of steel. I have two ideas on the matter.

One, this is the longest I have gone not driving a car since I was in Highschool and really I NEVER ride in a car when I am here So i’m just not use to it anymore.

Two I always take the Metro and although it is constantly packed like a can of sardines I still concider it to be a large space. There are really no evelvators here and even my appartement is reletivly large, the smallest space I ever find myself in is a sparatic ride in a car. I belive I may have developed a little bit of claustrophobia. I’ve always HATED small spaces, not nessarily cramped but just small in area. I have a particular vigne of hatred for Miadas. But never have they made me sick just super nervous and jittery. Well now I have that same feeling in a car accompanied by crippling nausea.

Amazing what two months of public transportation will do to you.

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About Emilie

I'm a small girl with big ambitions and very little common sense it seems. I decided after I graduated from college that I would move from my little city of Lafayette Louisiana to the raging monster city that is Paris. In 4 months of planning I have now uprooted everything I had in an amazing town to live in a truly wild place where I have no idea WHAT I am going to do. But isn't that the fun of it all. So here is cheers to getting lost, breaking hearts, starving, and many wonderful adventures that come along with finding yourself.
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