I don't regret a lot in my life. I have some minor moments of shame: skipping work back in college; not officially resigning from my job in Nice; not showing up to a job interview in Norfolk... (these all seem to be job-related). In one previous post, I mentioned admiring my mother for not getting embarrassed. I think that I may have inherited this from her, since I get over most of my embarrassing moments quickly.
Something I regret is not keeping in touch with my best friend from Montpellier. Rachael and I were both assistantes de langue anglaise at the same time. We lived about a block apart, and we did a lot together. We saw Bridget Jones's Diary 2 subtitled in French together at the cinema; we went clubbing together at a student club in Montpellier where we saw one of Jube's middle school students; we shared a room during orientation in Meze and went to our medical visits together. We complained about our friends back in the US who didn't send us e-mails, and then I did the same thing when I moved to Nice. I wish I hadn't.
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