We are still travelling in France and I feel really lucky to have been able to come home for the holidays. We didn't think we'd be getting home for a while. The fact that Seb has business trips and a contract to renegotiate was a boon for us. We even got to hang out in Paris!
Now we're in our hometown and we're even staying in our house. The renter is on vacation for a few days and offered us the keys. The house feels really weird to me. It has some of our things in it and yet a lot of strange things in it. Our cat is here and is looking at us like "whoa where did you guys come from!" And the house is frozen in time workwise--our builder has decided to stop working for a year.
Coming home I thought I'd feel blasé. It's only been six months. I feel like I did the day I left though--overwraught with emotion, intensely attatched and eager to get back again. It definitely feels like home here.
2 comments:
Hey! You're back! For how long? So I guess you get to see the ripped-up port for yourself. I don't know what the restaurant owners are doing while all that construction is going on.
That's great that the renters threw you the keys!
Happy New Year!
Hey nichole I was thinking of you. Stop by and say hello. We'll be around until Wednesday or maybe even later!
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