coming home is like pulling of a band aid. you know it's going to hurt. but you have to do it eventually. and you find ways to cope. you replace crepes with slurpees, the metro with your dad's mini van, the actual eiffle tower with a desktop screen saver, and going to the marais with going to your brother's graduation. you do things like turn french subtitles on when you watch episodes of friends. and you drink lots of coffee. it's dumb to think that you can go away someplace for five months and not experience things or change in ways that will make it hard to leave. but ultimately, all it takes is a quote from the oc to help you pull yourself back together.
"the sooner you realize things will never be the same again, the sooner you can move on."
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I can identify with what you said here. I wasn't gone for five months but even 3 1/2 weeks in Europe is enough to at times loathe being home... and miss it. I miss German driving and German cleanness. I miss walking and taking the train everywhere. I miss the slowness of life, but missed the convenience of the US. I really like your postings and style...
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