Vacillating between excitement and anxiety each and every day as I anticipate my departure. Walking through my place, empty of most personal effects, the remaining couch my office with piles of papers, books, magazines, and lists of calls, contacts, I think of jet lag. Someone will meet me on the tarmac with papers and cash-Casablanca sans rain.

A lemon tree near the Mediterranean Sea

Do I dare eat a peach?

Stairway to Heaven

Bienvenue Hausmann

Celebrate in French

Bonjour,
    Ca va?  J'ecrit les mots dan le matin, quatre juillet. Je reste chez moi.
A bientot...

Salut

Greetings and welcome to my life in a new land.

My new school.

American Baccalauerate School

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Ce n'est pas moi!