I always find it a bit weird, and maybe even unsettling, that as soon as I arrive in Canada, the French part of me just disappears completely, as though it were never there in the first place. Besides Max and the bébés, I don't think about anything in France while I'm here. It's like a bad memory my brain is trying to push out and replace with the happiness and familiarity of being back in Canada. Perhaps this is why I get so upset in the airport when I have to fly back to France: the 2 sides of my life are coming back together and it's hard to consolidate them. But I've only just arrived and have lots more time to spend doing happy fun things with family and friends, so I'll worry about the stressful stuff later.
I haven't got much to say because life these past few days has been all about seeing friends, catching up on all my favourite shows, and eating my favourite foods. And more than a few trips to get me some of this:
Happy holidays to you all, wherever you may be :)