I can't believe how fast time is flying by. In 1.5 months, I will be home. HOME. My home. I am so excited, yet at the same time scared out of my wits. There are so many questions running through my mind.

Will it be as good as I imagined? Will all of the hours spent pining away for my homeland have been worth it? Will Julien adapt well? Will he be like I am here, miserable and pining away for HIS home? Will we have a social life, something that was so severely lacking here? How will we carve ourselves a place in friends' lives that are so used to us being gone? How will Charlotte adapt? Will she still understand French? Will I lose my French? Will we find jobs? Will we be destitute? Where are we going to live? How long will it take to get settled?

It's amazing how when you decide to do something, opportunities seem to open up where you are. All of a sudden, our weekends are chalk full running everywhere. All of a sudden, I have visitors during the week, whereas before it was like solitary confinement. All of a sudden, we are invited everywhere and have a bit of a social life.

It's amazing how life goes. And how your perspective changes when something is on the line. Yes, I'm sad to leave. I have 2 lives, 2 cultures, 2 families, 2 languages. I think that no matter where we are, we will be torn in 2. Now it's up to us to make sure that it's not a half life.