The French have an excellent word for describing going back to one’s everyday life, Rentree.
The challenges for me began when I stepped outside the airport to very cold weather, with bitterly cold wind. Time zones and sleep patterns are a given, and for me take longer to readjust, but adding the complete change in temperature had me burrowed under the duvet hoping the cold would go away. The reason I left Toronto for Nice hit me square in the face and in my bones. I will plan to stay away longer next year.
I have concluded that my body craves the sun, and withdraws into a shell like a crab in the cold.
It is wonderful beginning to catch up with friends, whom I have not seen in three months, although it is easier now with Face Time to stay in touch.
Nanou had her second birthday, complete with her yearly vet checkup. She has settled in much better than I have, but still looks at me when I put her fleece on.to go outside.
Lists, lists and more lists: doctor’s and dentist’s appointments, refill prescriptions, grocery shopping without the open air markets, croissants and baguettes that are not the same, Nanou’s food and a new carryon for her that is not so large; continue the purge of things that no one wants, and should have been dealt with years ago; like clearing the cobwebs from your mind.
Now there are writing deadlines, and a need to pull myself together and focus. So much easier in a warmer place where the sun shines on your face.
Wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining on you.