Every once in a while I ask Mommy to go "home", I don't mean my new apartment either. I mean home ... where I was born ... where all my friends are ... where many people speak in French ... you know home! When I feel home sick like this Mommy and I talk about all the good times we had in Europe and we look at lots of pictures. It make me feel a little better.
I've met a few new friends here, but it's not like it used to be. I'm getting used to understanding everyone on the play ground for a change! And the fact that the library holds more books in English than in any other language is an advantage. So I guess it's not all that bad, just taking some time to get used to things the American way.
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