Rebecca stayed awake for 26 hours.

Being back home feels ... weird. I don't think anyone who's never been in this kind of situation can really understand. I've done a most of the things that I was looking forward to while I was away: written more comments in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, eaten an entire jar of Kroger-brand pickles, updated my iPod, taken my dog for a walk. But at the same time, I miss France so much. The days are shorter here (in Villers-Cotterêts it didn't get dark until after 9 pm). It's not as hot as it usually is this time of year, but of course it's humid, and all the humidity in the air outside, along with various things inside my mom's house, are making my asthma really terrible. In Villers-Cotterêts, I hardly needed to use my inhaler at all. And did I mention that this American keyboard is making me crazy?

I did ending bringing a little goat cheese with me, but I had to leave an almost-entirely eaten package of my favorite brand, Petit Chèvre Doux, in the school kitchen. Sarah and Heather, if you're reading this, I hope you ate it and enjoyed it.

So for some reason, I don't feel very tired right now, even though I'm operating on very little sleep. How little? On Monday morning I woke up around 6:30, left the lycée around 8:20, and took the 8:40 train to Paris. After an eight-hour flight from Paris to Philadelphia, about four hours in the airport, a three-hour flight from Philadelphia to Houston, and at least a two-hour car ride from Houston to here, I finally got home and into bed around 8:30 am, France time (some twenty-six hours later). I wasn't able to sleep at all on the planes or in my mom's car. I am not kidding. And yesterday I woke up around 11 am, didn't go back to bed until about 10 am this morning (I just didn't feel tired), and got back up at 2 pm to go to Grandma's.

Needless to say, I'm going to bed as soon as I finish this.