Landing on SF I 20 mins. I actually managed to sleep this flight. That never happens.
My last day in Paris was, perfect.
I wandered, took photos at my leisure and discovered new and old places. I ate at a café at Place des Vosges for a final good bye.
Amel and I hosted an apero for a few friends for the evening. We ate, drank and sang the night away. So fantastic.
Flying home from Paris, well, flying home in general always has mixed feelings for me. I’ve been gone over two months this time. My longest amount of time yet. I so so dearly miss people, my clothes and for some funky reason, Sacramento. Ugh. I didn’t want to get attached. But I guess it was inevitable. Again, I don’t want to get attached, but I have 4 months ahead of me , it is inevitable. Restless beast has a place to grumble once again.
Curse you, you beast.
