Routine

No, life has not entirely become routine yet, but I finally feel like its getting there. A week after knowing what classes I’ll take and where I’ll intern, it feels good to have a sense of repetition in my life. This weekend was certainly similar to weekends at HC: I had much to read. I suppose Poli Sci will be Poli Sci no matter where you study it, and reading becomes as natural and necessary and eating and sleeping.

But, unlike at HC, I look forward to that weekend when I’ll hop on the train and be in a completely different country to experience another European corner if only for two days. So I feel that life will become routine in the sense that I will have classes, an internship, and some work for pocket money, but I’ll be able to do something exciting every few weeks and see more of the world. I love the thought of that: Thursday afternoon at the International Institute of Human Rights and Friday night in Geneva.

On the other hand, writing political science pieces in French is frustrating, I feel like I’m five again and I must learn how to speak properly from scratch. I just keep reminding myself that there is a very good chance that in six months my writing in French will be almost as good as my writing in English. You think? My host parents just say, “ca va arriver”, “it will come.” Well, I hope so.

That is really it for me, since I have a nasty hole on my foot (long story) that disables me from walking anywhere else but the necessary and from going out at night, life right now is about routine. Not the boring kind but the reassuring kind.