That even new habits die hard? Yeah, I think I did.
First breakfast back in my own cozy home. Yes, that's butter on the toast. It's going to be a gradual withdrawal process, like overcoming jetlag. And that's the water carafe I bought at Monoprix, alongside a glass that a dessert came in from the grocery store. Something chocolate mousse-y.
We ran errands in Palmdale.
"Friday night I dined across the street from the Seine!" I wanted to tell the sushi chef.
"I woke up in Paris yesterday!" I wanted to cry to the Trader Joe's cashier.
Sigh. It was an amazing amazing trip. Thanks so much to Mom, who made it happen. You're my hero and my inspiration, always!
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