Day 53: I make another website.

"Work day" rang in my ears as I got myself up in the morning. Today was the day that I finished my creative project. It had to be. I wanted, and genuinely needed, to have Wednesday free. There were still things to see and I could not be cooped up all day again.

I started my work in the apartment at the breakfast table. Nothing out of the ordinary, just chugging along with as much purpose as I could possibly muster.

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For a hard and fast fact though, I knew that I could not work in the space that has become my temporary home. That is not where productivity is at its peak. In short, I had to get out and find somewhere else, somewhere with wifi...by this I mean Reid Hall. A delicate serene little sanctuary hidden from the streets of the 6e arrondissement, I knew that I could get my work done there so long as I focused as much a possible. The walk to the workspace was genuinely refreshing in that the cool air, strong breeze, and blowing leaves rendered the overall feeling one that I would attribute more to fall than the middle of summer. I sure was not complaining though. I had no desire to bake in the heat today.

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Upon arrival, I plopped myself down and got to typing, drawing, organizing, practically screaming...well, no not really but I reached a certain level of frustration that is for sure.

I managed to write until my moving fingers no longer wanted to do what I was asking of them. So I moved onto drawing, maybe the drawing fingers would have a different mentality. Needing a quick break around 3pm, I made my way to the Carrefour where I bought myself a massive bag of peanuts for quite the good price. Since I have been lacking my peanut butter fix, the draw of the peanut was insatiable. I gobbled them up.

Working at Reid Hall until 19h20 (Anna had to leave and come back for an interview), I was essentially done...DONE, did ya HEAR ME!!! Woot woot...

With some finishing touches and website polishing to do, Paris en Vert was practically up and running.

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Despite the strangeness of some of the dinner conversation, my mood could not be altered. I was feeling good. The great sense of relief washed over me as I made it live after dinner, after eating some spinach, fish, and cantaloupe.

Just a five page paper to write, and then my summer project will come to a close. *sigh*

Not ready to start on the paper, I decided to pack a little before I made my way to bed. I had too much energy in me still and had to put it to use.

The feeling was strange though; I was looking at the suitcase that I had put up on the shelf two months ago. Nostalgia overwhelmed me and soon I found it very necessary to head to bed and to think about leaving another day.