Walking through Rennes is like walking through time. All the same shops are there and the city is still filled with an insane amount of young, well dressed attractive people. You see all the places where you had experiences that made your 17 year old self. While Rennes hasn’t changed you start to finally see how you have.

Talking with one of your best high school friends you can almost see the last three years in the cigarette smoke. The time appears than dissipates, leaving the most important thing, your friendship. Of course you get drunk with him, after all it had been three years since you’ve last seen him.

The next day you see your old host sister after five years. She is still beautiful and sweet and after you take some time to yourself to read in one of your favorite parks in the world you two let the smoke of years past flow in-between one another.


After another park day you find three out of four of the most important friends from France infront of you. One came from out of town to see you, fleating memories of when you used to call yourself an artist float by as you two talk art like you used to. You reconnect with the past yet again through a galette.

You go to have dinner at your old host family’s. The little sister is strikingly beautiful now, not the same gameboy playing tomboy you knew. The elder sister is joyfully pregnant while the parents are the same. When the parents start talking books with you you remember how books and movies were the main topic of conversation amongst you three. Funny stories pass between smiling lips.

The last night is spent with one of your best French friends. It is a textbook I am about to leave conversation. Death. Orgasims. Youth. Farts. Beer. You both agree that the more you learn the more you realize you don’t know.

Upon leaving your heart really feels as if it swells as you think of how you have such great friends. You prefer not to think about how you have no clue when you will see them again. Corny as it is Whinnie the Pooh enters your head.

“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.”

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