I am getting so tired of living out of a suitcase!! And I would say that I'll be happy to finally be back in France, but with the way my work schedule is looking for the next few months, the end is no where near in sight. Which is why I took advantage of The Company's luggage reimbursement offer and bought myself two fancy new suitcases, lol.

We left my dear grandmother's house yesterday, armed with left-overs (my favorite being the cookie salad) and made our way back up north. Except this time, we weren't heading towards C-town. You see, my mother got a new job a few months back and moved to the other side of the state. I'd been hoping she'd get a job near the Twin Cities (easy access to the airport, better shopping, etc), but no luck.

It's kind of unsettling to think we will no longer be going back there. I always loved coming home at Christmas - it was the only time I got to see all of my friends from high school. They are so funny and I'm really going to miss hanging out with them this year. It's also really weird to think about my dad being buried there. I would always stop by and visit at least once during my time home and it's sad to think that I won't be able to do that anymore. On a positive note though, I am very relieved not to have to face everybody else in town and all their questions, like "Oh, how's Fabrice doing?" or "How come the Frenchie didn't come with you this time?" And we now live a lot closer to the major ski stations in MN, so at least I'll be able to go skiing at least twice before heading back to France.

But I don't know - it's just strange. My home is no longer my home. Every time I come back to MN now, it will be to a city I don't know, where I know no one, with no family near by. I guess it just kind of takes away the meaning of "home"...