Well here I am, back in France. My welcome home party included a leaky toilet, a broken refrigerator and a tax bill. What cold water to be thrown on my summer fun. I spent 5 whole weeks disconnected and relishing in the worst americana possible: chain stores, road trips, junk foods, cheesy pop music. Ashamed to say I loved every second of it.
It's almost time to figure out what's going on this year: meetings, classes, job opportunities, future plans, apointments, apointments, apointments. I see fog everywhere. Disconnection carries a price. For now it's a massive clean-up operation on my apartment, calls and e-mails galore, papers, organization of undeniable chaos, and unpacking that suitcase. Which order? Oh, my achy head.
Two bises to everyone and bonne rentrée!
Copyright 2012 Merquiades
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