My own personal rentrée

I'm flying back to Paris today. La rentrée is what they call it in September when everyone goes back to work. (Or school; now that I think about it, I'm not sure if it applies to everyone.)

I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've been getting used to being home. My mom's kitchen, as she reminded me by raising the subject there last night, is probably larger than my entire apartment. More importantly, it's so far away from all my family and a large number of the other people I hold dear. I can't help thinking that it's crazy to live so far away.

I'm flying into JFK around lunchtime, and taking a bus to Newark and then I don't leave until 9pm. So if you want to give me a call on my cell phone between 1 and 8:30... unless I'm on the bus, I'd be very glad to hear from you!