Doomsday. I’m being dramatic, but I really
do not want to go home. It took a while, but I’m not homesick anymore, and now
the thought of leaving France makes me feel ill.
There are so many things I love about
being here: the cheese, the lettuce, the climate. I think I like the humidity.
It’s nice for my hair anyway, I don’t have to condition and it’s still silky
smooth. The climate also makes it possible for flowers to bloom all summer long.
There’s so much more foliage here than I’m
used to seeing. People take care of their yards and garden. I haven’t seen a
single yard or balcony that wasn’t adorned with flowers. And although very hot,
it’s still a lot more mild of a summer here than in Utah. I hear from Mike
they’re still hitting 100 degrees pretty regularly at home.
I also like the fact that there is no air
conditioning. It means that I am not freezing every time I walk into a
building, or even my own house. I heard the kids fighting and Amy whining and
crying the other day when I was talking to Mike and just the thought of feeling
overwhelmed by the kids, my emotions struck dread inside of me.
I finished packing every last thing and
ate breakfast with Helene and Rémi. We talked about children. Sometimes Rémi
has to go to schools to teach sports for the day and he says he was a
rambunctious kid, so he always spots the trouble kids first and takes a lot
more time explaining things to them. He says they are his favorite.
I thought this was good advice that I
should try out on Hunter. Just the acceptance and being willing to take the
time to really give him thorough instructions, because most the time he is not
listening. I told them how we took Hunter to get his hearing tested when he was
very little because he was such a terrible listener we thought he was deaf.
Helene said she did the same thing with Remi’s older brother, exactly the same,
and we laughed and laughed. I am going to miss them.
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