Robin Camille Davis
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July 11, 2009
Tags: encinitas, travel

And then I came home.

Isn't it odd how we can slip so effortlessly between lives? I was in Paris, asking for un pain au chocolat, and half a day later I was in San Diego, going 75 mph on the I-5.

Well, maybe it's not so effortless, actually. Transitions are hard. But they do have their rewards:

  • toilet seat covers
  • in easily accessible and abundant public restrooms
  • chicken egg rolls at Panda Express
  • $1.99 mangoes (vs. 6€ mangoes)
  • Xbox 360, Wii, and DSi
  • surfeit of movies & a huge TV
  • instant fluency (hence no immediate condescension)
  • wearing sweatpants outside and not feeling embarrassed
  • craft stores

These things are, apparently, America to me. There are other things — like jury duty, waiting in a room from 7:45am to 3:00pm — but nobody wants to read a 1,000-item unordered list.

So obviously this blog will continue. But I don't remember what it was like not to write about traveling. I'll probably blog about the internet. Le sigh.

I miss Paris. But it's nice to be home, too.

PS. I have disabled comments due to incessant spam. But if you still feel like commenting, and you know me, there are a plethora of other ways to contact me. Like phone, text, email, AIM, Skype, Facebook, Twitter, and of course the regular old meet me at Pannikin.