I busted my butt to finish my M.A. in 9 months, way overloading on classes, but still managing to post the best grades of my academic life. I developed a relationship with the American School since my younger siblings were being schooled here, and I had done an internship with the school as a part of my Masters program. I haven't regretted it, and I still love this city, but all good things must come to an end. My work permit is only for another year and a half and looks unlikely to be renewed. However, I consider my self exceptionally blessed to have been born into a family with as much love and humour and pride and loyalty as we have.
Laughter is our most common medium of communication.
Of course we fight, but in all cases we joke more earnestly than we argue. The Guion family has its roots in France, though the method by which we travelled from Europe to Louisiana over the years is unclear. We manage to keep in touch as best we can, but it's the times when we are all together that are really special. My immediate family manages to get together regularly, but we are slowly spreading farther out. Soon, I fear, we'll find communication far more difficult and less frequent.