Our visit to France has been quite a whirlwind -- we have been very busy indeed. Spending one week in a city where you spent eight years results in having lots of people to see. Everybody seems shortchanged, only getting in a few hours at best, but I hope they understand.
We have visited thus far with nine people on my list of people-to-see, and this afternoon we will spend with two more. Tomorrow will be crazy with fitting in visits and shopping with Teo's papa, and Friday I am hoping to see some other friends and manage to stop by the bookstore. It is exhausting but rewarding, and we have been on-the-go from the start.
Teo still hasn't adjusted to sleeping yet, but I am sort of giving up on trying. He fits in naps in his stroller and he is currently snoozing in the port-a-crib we set up in the bathroom. There is a lot of flying by the seat of our pants when it comes to the sleeping question.
It is still great to be back, but the visit has been an emotional one -- both in good ways and in bad. I think it was absolutely necessary for us to come out here again, though it has been hard at times to work through some of my feelings about our departure and the break-up with The Boy. Overall I can feel the trip has been good for me in finding some sort of closure of the French chapter of my life. It doesn't mean I won't ever live here again in my life, nor that I won't always miss it and feel nostalgic for Paris, but it does mean that I can be more at peace with my new life in the US. That is a good feeling.
So three more days of crazy and then what I am sure will be a difficult goodbye. Then it's back home where I pray we will recover from jet lag with more success than we have here.
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