I want to go study abroad in France and maybe go to a nice little cafe no one’s heard of. I’ll get out my sketchbook I haven’t touched in forever and draw some nice little things. I’ll have a lovely conversation with the waitress, even though my French is a bit broken, but she’ll be patient with me because she wasn’t even born in France either. And she’ll tell me her story in broken English. We’ll have lovely conversations everyday when I go to that cafe at 3:30 in the afternoon, never too early and never too late. On her days off she’ll show me her favorite places in Paris and we’ll both feel safer and comfortable because we met someone in a city that doesn’t know either of us. It’ll be lovely because we’ll become close friends even through the language barrier.