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.
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