Tomorrow morning, Michael and I board a flight headed to the United States for a month-long journey to the motherland.
I feel a strange mix of excitement to be back in my home country (and to be easily understood speaking English!!) and nostalgia about leaving Paris. The last time we were on American soil was in December 2013, and this is by far the longest period of time I have ever spent outside of the US. I know I must have changed in a million small ways, and I'm a bit afraid of being confronted with that reality. I no longer belong to one place, but to several. The past two months have been insanely busy, capped off by an extraordinarily stressful week at work. When I left the office last night, I felt a bit shell shocked at the sheer volume of work I had to finish before closing my computer down for the longest chunk of time I have ever taken off. The last time I had four weeks off was probably during summer break in junior high. I desperately need a vacation, and can't wait to see the smiling faces of friends and family on the other side.
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