![]() ![]() ![]() For now though, the call of home is too sweet to ignore. ![]() I haven’t had my fill of this city yet (will I ever?) and I don’t think Paris is done teaching me either. Simply put, I don’t think I’d be able to leave Paris if I didn’t know I’d be back this fall. Of course now, I have a lot of feelings about leaving/going. I’d pull myself up and say softly, “It’ll get here, it’ll get here.” And here it is, staring me in the face. Many days during the last 5 months, June 23 felt half a lifetime away. All these things await me and I am so anxious to get to them, but another part of me thinks, wait, already? I’ll even take the sticky, sweaty heat if it means I get vast Texas sky. I’m itching to drive I35, sun roof open and music blaring. I want family hugs and long nights with friends. I’ve been dreaming about queso and my white, fluffy bed. In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot about home (as in Texas) lately and how I’m going to feel when I get there. And the thing is, I’m coming to think of this city as normal and as a home (for now at least). At this point I can say that I’ve lived in Paris, right? Not visited, not had an extended-vacation. Yesterday was my five month anniversary with Paris. ![]()
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