I’m back home in Boulder, where there is snow on the ground, and more falling. It doesn’t really feel like the first day of May; but I am happy to be here.
The last photos I took before leaving Paris mirror the ones I posted on the vernal equinox of the trees outside my apartment with the first green leaves of spring. Things are fully in bloom there, and the couple of days before I left the sky was blue and perfect. Maybe I’ll go back next year for the month of May, and go skiing in Colorado in April.
I am happy to be home. Going to Paris was a great experience for me. I’m incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to travel and explore. I’m contemplating returning for 3 or 4 weeks in October. I definitely improved my French! Being out of my usual environment sharpens awareness; both of my quirky self and the quirks of others and of culture/society. It’s like going on one of the ten day silent meditation retreats that I occasionally do — when you come back into the world everything looks magnified, both the good and shiny and the petty and mean. I was often lonely in Paris, but a lot of the time it’s easier for me to be alone, and even lonely, than it is to deal with people. My dogs are easy — and obviously excited that I’m home..
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