A Return To The Land I Was Born
Reflections on going to Paris
Today, I’m flying back to the country I was born. The country that shaped my childhood, my life.
I feel nostalgic, happy, sad, excited all at once. To have once been called ma puce to now be called Madame, just like that.
I’d been meaning to reflect on my departure weeks ago. Yet, here I am at the gate among…