Pre-departure whirlwind

I don't feel much of anything, but I burst into tears every few minutes, perhaps from stress or worry or I don't know what. I have barely gotten to see my mom lately, and when she left tonight to go to my grandma's I started crying. I'm crying all the time. It's ridiculous.

But I don't feel like I'm going to France tomorrow unless I really think about it. When I do, I feel like my heart has been tied in a knot. It's weird.

I had to call my apartment building this morning, which I'd been avoiding like the dickens because the cheapest way to do it is through Skype and I didn't want to talk to my computer. What's more, the idea of calling France to talk in French from the U.S. freaks me out. But I called, and this woman talked to me about my imminent arrival and was incredibly sweet. I kept telling her that I hadn't understood or that I needed her to repeat something, and she would simply speak a little more slowly and clearly. She never switched to English (of course, she may not have spoken it). So as far as I understand, I can move in immediately, but I need to provide the residence with all kinds of stuff (such as a statement from a bank that says I have enough money to make my rent) that I won't be able to procure right when I arrive. I hope they'll let me crash there anyway. But talking to the woman this morning was a positive experience. See, the French are nice!