Reintegration sounds serious, as if bodily
harm could be involved. Truth is, I'm sidestepping moments of
disappointment with an appreciation of conveniences, and getting back into a
groove that isn't on a 6 hr delay.
Where was that street or store or whatever? Was it always so sedentary here; where are some stairs and walking streets I came to love while I was away? Where can I find that interesting assortment of lettuces I used to buy in Paris? Why do all our products seem to be complicated and French products often so simple (case in point: salad dressings)?
I miss my big blue door with a fake knob handle and the view that never disappointed. And so I'll set my phone ringer to the Paris Metro jingle as a consolation. It'll do for now.
