Today, we’ve just had our last little breakfast in Paris and head back home soon. I loved seeing the swans on the river here, so that’s what I chose for today’s final doodlewash in France. They’re such beautiful birds and I’m only likely to see ducks and geese back home. However, this swan’s travel looks far more relaxing than the kind I’m about to experience. Philippe says he prefers the trip home, but I always find it disorienting, like we’re traveling back in time. Tonight, we’ll be home in time for dinner on a Saturday night, but it will, in reality, be 2:30am on Sunday in France. Hoping to get a little bit of a nap on the plane as once home, we’ll then attempt to stay up for another few hours to begin to reset our internal clocks. It will be exhausting, but also good to be home again.
I wrote that first bit and then had to catch our Uber to the airport before I could complete it. I’m now on the plane, half way back to America, and rather bored because we were informed that the inflight entertainment system wasn’t working for this flight. Hopefully all other systems are working properly. I never realized how much I relied on some silly show to fill the time until now when there’s the sound of wailing air and low murmurs. And me, still wide awake, in a cabin that’s starting to smell like new farts and old socks. From my seat, I see the luckier folks in Business Class sleeping soundly in their fully reclining beds. I’m instead sitting with my knees pressing against the seat in front of me, sitting so upright I may as well be standing, trying to catch a nap as though I were a horse.
Next stop will be a wait through Customs before heading to our second flight back to Kansas City. France is already miles away now, and with each little bump I’m slowly making the transition back to my normal little life. Last night we said goodnight to friends and family for the final time on this trip, trying to pretend another year would pass quickly. It will, in reality, be much slower than that, but as we move away from Paris, I like to think that we’re just beginning a slow journey back. Seasons will pass and days will go by, but each one will bring us closer to our return. A slow and peaceful journey back to our second home. Not rushing, but taking it one ripple of water at a time, like a swan swimming down the river Seine.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in