Nothing is safe from the movement of time, though humanity has a habit of attempting to encapsulate the moments.

Here across the suburban sprawl of Long Island, plum colored leaves and old trees are pushed forward into Autumn by the seasonal wind. Cul-de-sacs and grid like streets with replica houses stand still watching over the nine to five, dinner at six migration.

There’s a comfort in knowing that tomorrow can be the same as today, and yet, the illusion is our creation.

A week from now I’ll be on a plane to Besançon, France. Another place in the world with it’s own foundations and culture. I know this will be one of the biggest challenges in my life at the moment; speaking another language and adapting to local customs isn’t easy. Though if I was looking for something facile I would have stayed behind.

I used to suck at speaking a foreign language. I had to take six years of spanish and the only thing I could say after it all was “Yo hablo solamente Poco”. I cringe at my adolescence and lack of motivation to learn. Some habits die hard though; I still struggle to get up for 1050 classes (I’m workin’ on it)

I remember my apprehension in taking my first French class. I had a lot of doubts, but something in those thoughts had changed.

Two and half years later of French and  I can’t believe how far I’ve come. I’ve fallen on my ass countless times in the process – struggling through a semester of all French classes to trying Spanish and French in the same schedule. I needed every bit of the beating because without it, I wouldn’t know what to improve.

Studying abroad is the next step. It’s an amazing experience for anyone willing to leave behind all of their known comforts.

The world’s a dark beautiful place, like walking through a vine entangled jungle with strange exotics noises permeating the canape walls. Everyone should travel and experience existence – it’s a reflection of who we are and what we can be – our struggles, dreams, and creations…