Two weeks home, and I'm feeling a bit dépaysée. I've had several phone calls and a handful of e-mails from France. Apparently, the weather in Poix/Amiens is pourri, but that doesn't make me miss it any less. I knew that this would happen, and before coming home, Kara and I talked about embracing all the strange feelings of re-entry as part of our year abroad. After all, readjusting to American life forces us to reflect on the year and how it changed us. But knowing this doesn't really make it that much easier.
One guy told me (more eloquently than I can say it) that I am the same person, I just didn't know it. It's still me, but there's a part of me that's been allowed to develop and make itself visible. I think you get what I mean. The most frequent comment I've heard is "I've never seen you so relaxed." Que ça dure !
My feelings of homesickness for France are compounded by the fact that I Skyped with Charles and Amandine this morning - the cutest twins on the planet. I told them that I missed France, and Charles said, "Me, I miss YOU." I nearly burst into tears.
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