I’m packing to go back to Paris … to pack.
Our Roma stint is coming to an end; here I am on my knees, packing again. The sky changes drastically from day to day. Yesterday I was downtown in shorts and sandals, and today it’s raining and gray. There seems to be no consistency to this year’s weather; well, okay, when has weather been consistent anyway?
I’m really looking forward to being back in France, never mind that the weather isn’t anywhere near the 20s. I don’t care. I cannot wait to be back home, to smell that familiar smell of my apartment, to reread my favorite books. I can finally hang out with Lila at the park next to our place and hopefully have a chat with some of the people in our neighborhood. I can’t wait to meet up with friends. And to eat a proper baguette again.
So that’s the plan, back to Paris, and then leave again. Always a funny thing, all this coming and going.
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