The Good: Whether I'm landing in America or France, I'm always going "home."
The Bad: I still cry every time I get on a plane to come back to France.
The Ugly: Jet lag is a terrible thing to do to a nine month old.
What I miss already
Watching my son and grandmother fall in love with each other
My friends, who will fly from Texas or drive down from DC to visit
My amazing, generous, adorable, hilarious family (especially those that lent us a car for three weeks!)
Stores that are open late / all night / on Sundays
The food (NC barbecue! Mexican! Country fried steak! FRIED OKRA AND HUSHPUPPIES)
The food THAT I DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK
Air conditioning
And why I'm glad to be home
A handful of great big projects that Stéph and I will be working on over the coming months (our new motto: Go BIG or go HOME).
More details to come as I get the sleep out of my eyes and get things put away...
5 comments:
It's funny how I now find myself specifying which "home" I am referring to! It's awesome to read about other people's happy vacations "home" with their kids. I had some barbecue and hushpuppies and thought of you! Welcome back, I'd love to hear about those coming projects
YAY for fried okra--I'm drooling.
What the feck is okra?
Or hushpuppies for that matter?
Google is your friend!
Okra But most importantly: "Breaded, deep fried okra is served in the southern United States."
Hushpuppy
Oh I love Okra!
For me, home is where ever my Mum is. Although I call this heap of stones home, it is really in Kent.
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