Abigail is Abroad, Somewhere in Her Mind
It’s difficult to believe that it has been five months since my airplane landed at the Philadelphia airport. A year ago today, I would’ve been tucked away in a corner of a quaint café in Rennes, listening to the rain tap on the window next to me. The air would hum with whispers of French, floating gently, not understandable to me at the time. I’d be scribbling about a film for my French Cinema class or analyzing a painting for my Art History class while waiting for my chocolat chaud to cool. Inevitably, when I touched the cup to my lips, I would still burn my tongue, too impatient to wait for it to reach a comfortable temperature. Today, I sit in a library in Delaware. A library I grew up visiting every weekend. Familiar, yet somehow, it doesn’t feel like home. My hands are busy composing college applications, and my hot chocolate has been replaced by a Red Bull, fueling my fingers as they continue clacking. It’s sunny outside as I write this. The temperature is warmer here than i...
