After high school, I thought that I wanted to be a doctor and, though some family connections, was able to enroll in the first year of medical school in the south of France, just like any other French high school graduate. I lived in my grandparents’ vacant summer home and I didn’t pay rent. The house is an old fixer-upper with random splashes of modern throughout. Although it was way too big for my needs, it would have sat vacant anyway, and in the end, it suited all of my basic needs. The house was a 40-minute drive from school, but I was able to carpool with a neighbor so it didn’t cause an issue. I moved because I hate medicine and dropped out after one semester.