Back in the US of A (like the Beatles song but not quite).
It’s tough, but I’m not here to complain.
I’m making the best of things and the most of my time. I go the gym nearly every day for an hour; I usually swim afterward at home to cool off. I’m taking tennis lessons. Today I even hit some good ones. I’m learning to cook things other than pastas with different sauces and soups. I’m going to start fiddling with my sewing machine one of these days. I’m studying Polish. I’m trying to get a dual citizenship that would change my life. I’m trying to go back to school in the fall to do another degree.
The future is still scary, but I’m trying to keep things under control and take everything one week, or day, or hour at a time.
11 juin 2012, Orland Park: before and during the trip home in a friend’s mother’s convertible.
Nothing is harder than saying goodbye. And so we will say see you soon. Because we will.
Had lunch today with my French family. They are amazing people; I can’t wait to come back and visit them. And when this man (Monsieur H.B., and yes he wore his pants today) opens his own school or his own little business in Bretagne, I will work there.
I love these desserts, but not as much as these people.
20 mai 2012, mon dernier jour (pour l’instant)…
See you soon, family. See you soon, France. xoxo
Il y a un match de foot ce soir?!! I have no idea what’s going on, but there’s a vuvuzela-rich party going on in the street below. Lots of screaming, chanting, singing, flag-flinging, and honking. And dancing. And fire!
And they all dance like my former Syrian roommate!!! Arab dance, it’s all in the arms.
Strasbourg St-Denis, 12 mai 2012