- My Bed. I cannot wait to sleep with a feather bed under me, two pillows for my large head, and more space to roll around in than this pig pen set up in France allows.
- Bath time the American way, aka "No more awkward shower time!" Well at least for a week I won't have to awkwardly hold the shower head in one hand, squeeze shampoo into the other, and attempt to wash my hair without spraying the whole bathroom with water.
- The Philly skyline and the suburbs decorated with Christmas lights. The lights here are very sporadic and they do not know how to hang Santa decorations. (See example.)
- A Wawa Hoagie and a Philly Cheeseteak, maybe even at the same time if I want to live up to the Fat American stereotype.
- Not worrying about the grève in order to get anywhere and just getting into my lovely 1996 Honda Accord and going where I want, when I want. I'm really going to love having to walk 30 steps to my car rather than a half mile to the bus stop and then waiting there in the cold if and when it comes to pick me up!
- HUGS! As chic as the double cheek kiss may seem to foreigners, les bisous are exhausting, confusing (which way and how many kisses depends on the area of France and/or person), and not as rewarding as a big huge hug, especially when you see someone you really love, miss, or haven't talked to in a long, long time.
- WXPN and, let's be honest here, American Rap.
- Starbucks Coffee and Teavana Tea (in extra large cups, rather than these tiny espresso cups I can never seem to enjoy because they're essentially shot glasses that are never good enough during those really cold days.)
- Reading a book next to the wood burning furnace with my cats and dogs sleeping soundly by my side, in lieu of, the "every fourth tile" heating system in this apartment.
- Christmas at HOME!
(Gaëlle's CM2 class that almost made me cry with their surprise singing, dancing, and cards.)
(Rudolph cupcakes for our Christmas party.)
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