The home stretch

Tonight I am sitting in Soj's room trying to organize pictures before my morning departure tomorrow.  I wonder how many hours of my life has been spent doing this. Ironically, I will post no organized pictures, because boy do I want to sleep.  But this is likely my last post from faraway lands... tomorrow I will travel from Paris to London to Boston to Scituate all in one day.  I'm not sure this should be humanly possible.

I wish that I could come up with some clever and profound words for this post... but they will have to wait for the other side of the sea.

Today I chewed off hearty pieces of a baguette that I bought from a bakery for 30 cents on the way to the train station.  I listened to "Sweet Home Alabama" with French folk on the steps of Sacre Coeur.  I saw the sunset from the Eiffel Tower.  I made new friends and already feel the loss of leaving them.

I love my life.  The part that just happened in the happy blur of the past six weeks--these weeks that stretched and filled me to my core--and the part that I'm going home to.  "Normal" life again, which I suspect will be kind of brand new.