zik: Bonnie and Clyde, de Gainsbourg
Sometimes I get homesick.
Sometimes I'm aware it's happening.
For example, I expect homesickness on Christmas, Thanksgiving, and special events. For example, my sister just graduated (doctorate!) and she had a baby. I miss her and her family terribly, and really wish I could be there for those milestone moments. Also, another niece turned 11, and my dear dear cousin just graduated uni.
Sometimes, I am not expecting to be homesick: I am clued in by sudden very random urges I get.
For example, the more starting a Bob Seger cover band sounds appealing, or-
The more I want to watch baseball, or-
When I find myself craving fried mac and cheese balls, dunkin donuts, or the Garment District. . .
Well, actually no. I miss the garment district all year round.
But you get the point.
Anyways, I watched a documentary, "Water" yesterday and it said that supposedly, the water in your body is identical to the water in your hometown.
Go figure!
But now when they say, you can take the girl out of Massachusetts, but you can't take the Massachusetts out of the girl, well it really holds water doesn't it? (SWIDT?)
And it's not as easy as just going home.
Because after about 15 days of being home (but it really is dependent on how much fascism and idiocy I see there. . . )
I start getting France sick. And I start missing croissants, the sound of French, and rude, cold, snobby people. ; ) Teasing, but American friendliness is a bit disconcerting at first. . . I do miss walking French tho, when I am in the US.
So essentially I would like to tell anyone thinking about embarking on a polylingual, multinational path:
Unless you're super rich and can go anywhere anytime, be prepared to miss out on milestones, and miss people. All the time.
