About Me

Bonjour, linkenmy name is Juliann. I was raised in the North, moved to the South, and I’m the proud girlfriend of a Frenchman. You could say things get a little interesting around here!

Growing up on the coast of New England had it’s ups and downs. My summers were spent relaxing on the beach trying to avoid annoying tourists or camping in the mountains with no electricity with family. The winters were wicked cold, so if I wasn’t wrapping myself in a thousand blankets trying to hibernate until April, I was shovelling the driveway while my siblings watched from the warmth of the living room couch. Thanks guys.

For college, I moved down south. It seemed a bit crazy when I hopped in the car packed to the brim with all of my life’s belongings and took a fourteen hour drive to a school of over thirty thousand students where I didn’t know a single soul, but I couldn’t be happier with the decision. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I grew up, but it was time for a change of scenery. Now in my senior year (sniff, sniff) I’ve made an amazing group of friends and (probably) found my permanent home. Not to worry though because my friends continually remind me where I’m actually from when my “Yankee” accent comes out and they look at me like I’m an alien, even if my family thinks I picked up a southern accent.

Being away from my family has grown surprisingly more difficult. I was so excited to be on my own freshman year that I hardly missed being home, but as time passes and I could see that my adorable nephew Anthony is growing up without me, I can’t wait to go home and see everyone when I get the chance. Because I’m used to not seeing my family very often, I was expecting my semester in France to be the same, but in reality I started to miss them even more. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was with my boyfriend Augustin, my experience wouldn’t have been as amazing as it was.

pic2It’s been a year and half with Augustin, who was born and raised in France, and cela est incroyable. We met at my university while he was doing an exchange during my sophomore year. It was on a Thursday, the night that us (at the time) under 21s could actually get into the local bar. Naturally the french students were there with their cologne and tight pants that it was hard not to resist. Quite a romantic first encounter, I know. Since then we’ve enjoyed  and spent every minute together, although we had to spend a semester apart before I met him in France for my study abroad. Call it cliché, but I’ve been completely swept off my feet. I can’t tell you how many uncontrollable laughs have come out of the things he says with his little french accent. If I had started this blog the day I met him, I’d probably be world famous by now.

I started a blog for my friends and family, Mon Petit Voyage, during my semester abroad in France in Spring 2015 which sparked my interest for continuing to write about my life experiences, goals, opinions and things that I like in general. It’s not longer a small voyage, it’s a grand one and I’m so happy you’re reading!