Coming home is a bitch. I don’t just mean that no one has a freshly baked flakey croissant and piping hot cafe au lait for me every morning. Nor do I just mean missing out on the lunchtime bottles of wine. And it’s not just daily visits to some of the most beautiful places in France—fields of sunflowers and lavender, galleries filled with art we’ve only read about, views of cityscapes.
It’s starting to run again after an almost three-week break. It’s realizing I now need to pay for those daily croissants. It’s single parenting while Adam returns to work. It’s three weeks till school starts, two birthday parties to plan, novel blurbs to beg for, a new novel to outline, school supplies to shop for, playdates, visits to parents, and all the other things that come with being home.
Today’s run was difficult. My bedroom smells no longer of the lavender soaps I brought home but of my muggy sweaty running clothes. The humid air has brought the return of my sinus headaches.
And yet, when I say, “Let’s move to Paris,” Adam looks at me funny and says, “Why?”
Why indeed?
Welcome home :o) I so enjoyed all your posts about your trip. It sounds like you and the family had an AWESOME time. I was actually reading “Anna and the French Kiss” while you were in Paris, so it was kinda cool to read the book and then read about your experiences :o)
Coming home from a vacation always sucks :o( I hope your able to get back into the swing of things soon ;o) Just think, the kids will be back in school soon, and you’ll have all of that “free time” on your hands ;o)