This past weekend there was a parade in Aix. I honestly have no idea what to make of it. There were large floats filled with people and strange concoctions of structures. I have no idea what the parade was actually about because most of my time I spent trying to dodge the copious amounts of confetti and silly string that was being thrown around in every direction. The worst part was that the young children standing in front of me kept aiming for the faces of the people walking in the parade, but the wind was so strong. Instead of the confetti hitting the people walking in the parade, the confetti would fly back in the opposite direction and hit me in the face. Overall the parade was fun, there was a lot going on and definitely something I will not see in many other places. The parade seemed like a start of the days winding down because pretty soon I am going to be back on a plane once again.
People have already been feeling sentimental about leaving this particular place. I cannot say that I am upset. I understand there is a life for me past this opportunity. I feel like I have grown as a person. I have yet to define how I have grown exactly; I think I will only truly be able to answer that once I return home. I mean, I still get lost fairly easily and continue to be extremely honest at times, so I have not changed that much. I have grown to appreciate this city and what it has taught me, but I know that it is a stepping stone in my journey. I am entirely grateful for my experience. You cannot expect to live in the same mindset for the rest of your life. I have no idea where it will particularly bring me or push me to be; it is yet another puzzle piece in my life. All I can say for now is I will be home soon.