Although I’ve surprised myself with not missing tons of things back home (except all of you, of course), now that I’m about to return, I am unbelievably excited for many things.
I’m excited to read magazines again: smutty fashion magazines and the local rags.
I’m excited to eat bagels and pizza.
I’m excited to take taxis home—instead of the Velibs—and to watch all of the lights and people and energy whizzing by the window.
I’m excited for the restaurants and to drink and to stay out past my bedtime.
I’m really excited to see my apartment again. I feel like it’s a part of me.
I'm excited for yoga.
I'm excited not to work for two weeks.
And I’m excited, so excited, to see everyone. A bientot!