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Well it’s finally over. The year 2015 seemed to be the year that would never end, full of waiting, surprises, tragedy, and excitement. At least it was for me in Paris. Never has a December ever really felt like the end before, but it's all in a good way.
I’m not about to let Facebook decide what the highlights were of my year. I really think I know better than it does. And if not, then we’re all doomed.
So 2015 definitely had its share of high points. It was the year I traveled to Australia, China, Amsterdam, Budapest, and around France to places like Lille and exotic Amiens. It was the year I broke my own personal record at the Berlin Marathon, sneaking in under 3 hours and 50 minutes. It was the year I became a French citizen. It was the year when, just one week ago, I defended my PhD thesis and became a doctor at the Sorbonne.
I’m not about to let Facebook decide what the highlights were of my year. I really think I know better than it does. And if not, then we’re all doomed.
So 2015 definitely had its share of high points. It was the year I traveled to Australia, China, Amsterdam, Budapest, and around France to places like Lille and exotic Amiens. It was the year I broke my own personal record at the Berlin Marathon, sneaking in under 3 hours and 50 minutes. It was the year I became a French citizen. It was the year when, just one week ago, I defended my PhD thesis and became a doctor at the Sorbonne.
