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Saying Hello to My 24th Year With a Moment of Reflection

I’m back, everyone. It’s been a long absence, and an unjustifiable one at that, but it’s time for me to say enough is enough.

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So many things happened in my 23rd year, my Jordan year as it has come to be called, that it would be a shame not to share. If you know me on any sort of personal level, you know I’m always documenting the places I go, the foods I eat, and the candid moments I experience.

This past week, I greeted my 24th year with celebratory drinks, a new laptop, and as a new member of a blog club (yay for accountability!). It’s high time I got my butt in gear and revived this blog.

Without further ado, here is a snapshot of what my 23rd year entailed. I’m excited to see what these next 365 days will bring.

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A Weekend Trip to Paris, the “City of Light”

“Get comfortable with being uncomfortable.”

I can still hear Jillian Michaels saying this in one of her workout videos as I struggled to hold a plank position in my living room. This phrase applied to almost every workout of hers that I completed. It’s this absence of comfort that makes us stronger in the long run. Little did I know that the quote would also become my mantra as I traveled by myself to Paris for the weekend.

Being abroad has reminded me of how easily we take for granted the sense of familiarity that resides in us as we go through our daily home routines. We know how to get to school, to work, and to other everyday places without taking one second to stop and think.
I guess I should have anticipated this uncomfortableness as I traveled between countries. It resides like the sense of anticipation you get before making that first descent on a rollercoaster. It acts as a reminder that I would be coming home with a renewed sense of self upon touching down on U.S. soil.

One weekend in March, I flew to Paris by myself to meet up with my roommates who had left a day early. I was wary of the language barrier I would face upon touching down, and I prayed that my basic knowledge of Spanish would at least allow me to figure out common French words. I knew I would have to figure out how to use public transportation to get to my hostel, and I relied heavily on the directions my roommates had texted me that morning.

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