I sometimes have to remind myself that I live in France. I live such an quiet life that days go by without my interacting with anything specifically French. We don't have TV, most of the songs on the radio station I listen to are by American or British artists, I don't read the paper, and I live at the end of a dirt road surrounded by orchards and huge old houses--each of which has an eight foot tall gate to maintain privacy. I have such a gate at the end of my driveway. It's nice, but I miss the openness of typical American suburbia. One where kids play on their neighbors lawns, and neighborhood cookouts might occur (not that any neighborhood I ever lived in had one). I suppose I'm feeling a bit homesick. JL is in London for a very quick trip, and I've passed another day caring for my two young daughters (seen posing in the photo). Today, other than milk you don't refrigerate and a few food items with French writing on them, I've been in an American cocoon. I'd like to reach out more, but the French are so French, and I'm so me that finding a place for myself here has been a challenge. (Have I mentioned I don't speak much French?) Anyway, I'm not complaining, just sort of sorting it out in my head. 
3 comments:
I always wondered what it was like for you living in France. btw: the picture is absolutly adorable!!!!
That picture just kicks A!
I really miss you. I know you haven't lived in Logan for SEVEN YEARS, but you seem further away. Sniff.
HOWEVER, you and I have talked a lot more with our blogs so I LOVE that.
I can't wait to see you when you visit in July!!!!
Karen--truth be told, it's just like living anywhere else, but as a deaf-mute. And even though it is staged, I think it's a pretty cute picture too.
Loralee--It seems like forever since I lived in Logan. I'll never forget that you were the only person to come help us move, and you brought Coke with LEMON in a cooler. Very, very thoughful.
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