I just had the umpteenth argument with my daughter about her overpacking. Plus, she read a tweet from her ex last night that sent her into a funk. He seems to be courting another girl at school.
Europe is beautiful. The architecture in particular is stunning. I really like the fashion sense of the women on the streets in France. Understated, fictional, but never sloppy.
I'm ready to hear American English on the street again, though. And I'm ready to let my child fly away again for a few weeks. I don't understand the 30 year olds who still live with the folks. I'm looking forward to having my house back again.
I wonder what will happen if I click my heels together three times...