Chez Moi, Enfin

I’m back in Burbank, and it’s interesting because I’m returning home after being away for the longest I’ve ever been. On one hand, it feels perfectly natural, as if I never left, and on the other hand I feel like a foreigner — I didn’t remember how to turn on the burners on our stove, and tomorrow when I get back in my car for the first time, I’m going to be hoping and praying that driving stick comes back to me naturally (more naturally than it came to me when I was first learning, I hope!).

Burbank might not be Paris, but it does have its advantages. Garbage disposals, for instance. When I woke up at 5AM on Saturday morning to make coffee, I was DELIGHTED to remember that in the good ol’ United States of America, we like to make life easy for ourselves, and we can pour coffee grounds down the drain. That definitely made my morning.

In addition, I’m listening to the Fleet Foxes Pandora station as I type this, and I’ll be watching Netflix streaming later today. Life just can’t get any better.

But I keep referring to things as being in euros, and I have to concentrate really hard in order to not say Bonjour to the people I pass. And I chose to drink espresso today on my own. France will be so proud.