Rushing to see friends and tie up loose ends was a challenge…I thought. Then we arrived. I imagined I would wake up and wonder what to do, eat a croissant sit in a cafe. But instead I struggle to reagin the comforts of home. Although we accomplish so much in each day, I still feel like i’m at a club med island resort, the kind where the room is damp and primitive and the world outside is magical and a photo from a brochure. The moment i step out of the metro I believe the American in Paris dream again.
I cannot write more at this time, since I’m working as much as I can between rushing around town with Claude. In the least I knew I needed to get the blog started. Mostly I cant take the time to write the same thing to each friend and family member wondering how the adjustment is going.
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