Le retour and beyond

At 6am, my french dad took me to the train station and bised me goodbye. I was really leaving. A train ride to Lyon, and another to Paris left me to brave the metro system with a ton of luggage to get to the airport by 1330. I couldnt find a place to by a ticket so 'hitchhiked' the metro to Charles De Gaulle. I arrived at the terminal about 30mins before the scheduled liftoff. Sweltering in the heat, i ate my ham sandwich and got one more call from the CORS saying goodbye. Before i got on the plane, i texted all my favs that i was leaving, that i would miss them and would be in touch. Instantly, my phone was overwhelmed with calls and messages. It was hard to say goodbye not knowing when i would see them again. 7.5 hours later, we landed in Philly. My head clogged with mucus was extremely painful during that flight. Then a 4 hour layover and 2.5 hours in another plane found me in Chicago at 930 at night. Once again i had trouble in the bloody airport! I could not find the bus for Madison! I asked a few people for directions, first forming the question in french in my head and after several moments spitting it out in english. Finally after 28 hours of traveling and a 3 hours bus ride, i was at memorial union in madison at 130am. My little sis came to take me back to her place off camus and the next few days are now a blur.
I know a slept a lot, and saw friends. I went out to find a job, see my old boss and soak in the fact i was back in madison. Talking with my friends those first few days was really depressing for me. After the intial 'how was france' question i didnt have much to say. I dont know if it was because i didnt communicate in english for so long, or that i was just so wiped i couldnt think of anything to say but i felt so unattached and distant. These were my beloved that i left behind and used to know so much about and now its like im starting over. Or i just dont care what they want to talk about.....I know i have changed a lot.