The rhythm of home is easy…. like slipping on a pair of sweatpants. Our arrival home was long, the five-hour flight feeling like forever as anticipation, trepidation, and excitement built with each moment. Watching the plane’s status on the headrest television didn’t help.
And like that in a blink of an eye, it was as if we never were in Paris. A long car ride home gave us chance to catch up with the bestie/sister-in-law (we’ll call her Jay for the purpose of blog anonymity) before pulling into the driveway with a handmade sign lovely made by my mom (Mimi) hung up. Blink…. there were my parents, my brother. Blink, there was bedtime rituals and long hugs… blink, and the reality that we were on a time schedule five hours ahead… crashing.
The morning brought homemade pancakes, and some primping and preparation for NYC. A trip to Dunkin’ Donuts, a smile and hello from the cashier, a hug from a loved one…..these were the things I missed.
And in cheesy Paris giveaways, congrats to Christine McD for winning, and not just because she had a sweet post!
Christine, I’ll contact you regarding delivery!
Awww. Take the CDG to SFO flight and it’ll make a five-hour flight feel like nothing! Have a nice visit home but don’t forget your French.