That's what the customs officer said to me right before I walked through the doors to meet my family in the airport. It was weird to hear it, but it made me happy.
It's hard to believe that after 7 months of living in France and travelling around Europe, I am back home in good ol' VA. Being back in the US is... for lack of a better word, weird. It's all so familiar, yet slightly bizarre. It's as if my whole experience on the other side of the pond was all a dream. As if when I woke up this morning, I was waking up from a long, very detailed dream about living in France.
I'm hoping and praying to get another job in France (and waiting to hear about my contract renewal), so goodbye was not really goodbye. Maybe more of a "see you later."
I will update soon (after I finish unpacking and get settled) with everything that has happened in the past month or so, which will include finishing off my Paris trip, writing about my trips to London and Frankfurt, and any overall feelings or thoughts I have about the program, my experience, etc.
There really is no place like home.
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