the landing.

I was not myself when our plane touched down in Charles de Gaulle. In fact, I don't know who I was. I was a girl who had once been very alive, but who had closed herself off somewhere along the way. I was a girl who had been in boarding school and needed any way to escape. And that's why I was about to spend nine months in Rennes, France, with sixty other junior and senior boarding school students. I didn't know what to expect, and I'd taken a lot of anxiety medication on the plane, and now I was here and I was numb and there was no going back.