Home

I arrived in America as soon as I got on the plane at Charles de Gaulle when I returned to communicating in English and dollars. My inner clock is still in Nantes though- I can't seem to sleep in past 5:45 no matter when I go to bed. And I haven't stopped talking about France. I really did fall in love with it and some times I even sound like a French nationalist. Socialism isn't so bad right? Above all I'll miss the language, and of course the friends I made. Still I catch myself reacting to people with a pardon, oui or merci. Luckily as soon as I got in to my room, I was welcomed by my collection Parisian posters and french adds.
The green and gold fire hydrants and the urban sprawl of Green Bay doesn't really do it for me, but I love being surrounded by the solidarity of my fellow packer fans. Familiar faces and mom's meals definitely have their appeal. France will always have a place in my heart, but home is home. It's nice to be able to wear my pajamas out to the mailbox and eat dinner with the fam on the deck.
It's so strange to think that the semester is over and all of my experiences will morph into memories. Wonderful memories.