In two weeks I will be leaving for Paris again. Despite the cool winds and occasional rain, I will feel at home. Spring is made infinitely better with the knowledge of a trip away from the land of bar-b-cue and football. It is hard to say why I love Paris. It could be the people, the different feeling of being alive and in the middle of things, the history and architecture, the bustle of a large city. Whatever it is, I want to be there.
What does homesick mean? I don't know. I DIDN'T know until I visited Paris. In the middle of my first trip I was saddened by the fact that I would have to return to the US, to Texas. I wanted to live in Paris.
I know. It's never like it was when you visited. It's harder, stranger, more unsettling. I think I need that as well.
By the way, I'm on lesson five for TEFL training and I have a request for answers to 20 questions. Finally, hope.