Of course, I miss France and Angers, but as soon as I stepped off the plane at JFK and heard good old American accents, I felt a rush of joy and just wanted to laugh. I was home!
And then... to be back on the west coast... with my family in Washington... in the clean air, surrounded by mountains and rivers... this is my place.
I caught up with a few friends, but I spent most of the time with my family, driving my brother to swim practice, discussing life with my dad, and helping my mom, aunt, and grandma with my aunt's book-signing at the local Barnes & Nobles.
I only had ten days at home, and then I left to go my Grandma's house in Spokane. Packing was a nightmare, especially since I had to pack for school in the fall at the same time as I was packing for Italy.
We spent one day out at the lake house, which I needed. This is my favorite place in the whole world - here I can just let go and breathe.
And then... I was off again, on more crazy adventures!
I visited Lilly and Tess, Mai and Kayla, and a few other Domers who are interning in NYC. I stayed in Harlem (scary!) and spent a lot of time in Central Park, the Village, and the area around Columbia University. I saw the church of St. John the Divine, where many of my favorite authors are buried (of particular importance, Madeleine L'Engle), and we even had a mini symposium at a fabulous Greek restaurant called, naturally, Symposium.
I had one crazy night where I ended up walking, alone, in the middle of a torrential rainstorm, at 1 AM at morning, lost, through the middle of Harlem. I'll let that description stand by itself, except to say that obviously, I survived unscathed.
And then... off again, to the motherland!
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