Sometimes I wonder why I ever moved back to the US... I mean I love it sometime, but sometimes I miss France. Today I had yet again conflicting messages from France. We are like 2 very passionate lovers, always breaking up and getting back together. I feel like Rhett Butler in 'Gone With the Wind', if France would show my one ounce of love, I would go running back to her arms open. 'Yes, I love you too, I always have!', but no she continues to torture me. My boss needed her airline ticket changed and her assistant was having trouble getting it changed, since it was booked by a travel agent in France and they couldn't find the right number of the only person in the whole country of France that could possibly change this ticket. So looks like the ticket will never get changed because good ol' French administration. Probably was a travel agent strike this week;P
But then my old work called me and said very nice things and wanted to work on a project with me. Pulling me back. I really do miss the weather in Marseille. How do I know if we are meant to be? Should a relationships with countries be so hard? I think that France and I are going to start over. Maybe go on a few dates, try to have a few laugh before I consider getting serious again. I will see this summer;)
I guess is the worst part is that some of the things I thought I would have in the US, didn't work out. No BBQs with my family, who I hardly see now that I practically live in their back yards. All of my friends have better friends, kids who do activities and such. I guess after being out of the state for 10 years people have moved on... You know what they say 'You can never go home again' and it is TRUE.