Now that we're back home, it often feels like it was all a dream. But then Mark will meet someone who speaks French, and he'll take off full speed speaking French, or I'll be visiting the (comparitively tiny) cheese section of Trader Joe's, and recognize every single cheese imported from France, and it all comes rushing back. Unpacking our possessions (that we stored in my parents' attic while we were living abroad) was like opening up a time capsule, and it only highlighted the ways in which we're different. We've changed, and the America we left is not the America we came home to.
You can follow our adjustment back to the USA at the new blog I've created:
It's good to be home, and it's even better to be with our families again.
So long, France, and thanks for all the french...
We miss you!