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The life of unicorns 

I haven’t had much time to blog lately. Most of my waking hours are split between running around after a nine-and-a-half month old and learning Mandarin. The good news is I can now say “I am a woman” and “that is an apple” in Mandarin. I’m also getting a pretty good daily workout with all the chasing, scooping and picking up.

It’s a good thing, too, that Baby Girl is keeping me on my toes–especially on days like today when I was supposed to go with a friend to Mommycise class but forgot to get the car seat out of Matt’s and my car. I was so disappointed we couldn’t go on our outing that I had to drown my sorrows in something utterly American.

Yes, I succumbed to the hype and walked Baby Girl to Starbucks for the limited-time Unicorn Frappuccino. Search the internet for news on the drink and there are all sorts of reactions, ranging those casting shade on those (like me) buying into the hype and those who are stoked to try the whimsical creation.

It may be a bit silly for a mom in her mid-thirties to add a reminder to her calendar  go in hunt of such a childlike beverage, but on a dreary day in South Florida and in uncertain times maybe a little bit of sugar fun and magic is what we all need. 🦄

P.S. I really enjoyed the drink. Normally I’m not one for sugary beverages, but the cream and sour syrup and sprinkles tempered the sweetness. It was like a liquid sweeTART. Perfect aperitif for happy hour later!

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Expat Life: The First Trip Home

We’re back! After a whirlwind trip to the U.S. (including a 26-hour travel day to Tampa from Toulouse), we’re once again on French soil.

I have a running list of topics I still need to write about, but as I started typing today I thought the best place to start was our first trip home after living in France for four months.

One of the events that reminds you of the reality of your new life as an expat is your first trip home. Where in the past you might have gone on holidays to other states or countries, you always returned home. This time “home” is the vacation and, at the end of the trip, you are heading back to your new country. It’s still kind of surreal to think about.

We weren’t quite sure what (if anything) would feel strange or different to us when we went back to the U.S. We’d only been gone for four months, so what could change that much? Turns out there are a few things…

Reverse Culture Shock
You’ve started to get used to your new home country and some of the things that might have seemed strange initially are now the norm. Suddenly you are thrust back into the country and culture that you grew up in, but, as familiar as it all is, you also feel like you are viewing things with the eyes of an outsider. You go to CVS and find yourself reaching across the counter for a bag to wrap up your own purchases. You walk for blocks without even thinking about it until someone suggests catching an Uber ride to get there faster. It’s all so familiar and strange at the same time and you begin to wonder where you really belong…

These feet are meant for walking...after I got new ButterflyTwists! Granted, that was the day we left the U.S., but who's counting?
These feet are meant for walking…after I got new ButterflyTwists! Granted, that was the day we left the U.S., but who’s counting?

Tummy Troubles
Sure, it could be from the traveling and eating airport/airplane food or the plentiful adult beverages you’re consuming, but your stomach suddenly feels like you ate a ton of bricks and chased them with a glass of tar. We eat fairly well in France (lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, food with little to no preservatives or additives), but on our first trip back to the U.S. in four months we found ourselves indulging on all the foods we don’t typically get—or that don’t taste the same in France (can you say Pumpkin Spice Latte!). I think the only “fresh” vegetable I had on the trip was lettuce on my turkey burger. Mac ‘n Cheese definitely happened twice—as did good old southern BBQ pork. Needless to say, we were ready to let out the jeans by the time we got back.

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Mac n’ Cheese number one.
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See! There’s some green on this plate! Oh, I also got pickles and ranch dressing every chance I got. You can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take the America out of the girl…

Jet Lag
After four months overseas, your body is well acclimated to CEST (Central European Summer Time), so it’s a rather rude awakening when you find yourself going back in time—six time zones back to be exact. You power through it for the first couple of days, chugging coffee and keeping as active as possible, but by the end of the third or fourth day you are so tired your mind begins to daydream about sleeping and your body goes onto autopilot. The fifth day, after some sleep, you start to feel a little better and by the time your trip ends, you are ready to tackle the world again—only to have to jump back on a plane and do it all over again—in reverse. One of my uncles actually came up to me at the wedding and called me out on my jet lag, saying “you’re normally so bubbly, you must be tired!” Nailed. It.

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Shop till You Drop!
When you first move to France, it’s super exciting to buy everything “Made in France.” Shoes, clothing, cheese, wine…you loaded up on it all. It’s all just so, je ne sais quoi. Once you land in the U.S., however, you realize there were things you want from home that you just can’t get overseas—like Pumpkin Spice Everything! One trip to Target and $300 later (ok, you know you can’t get out of Target for less than that), our suitcases were loaded up with pumpkin spice coffee, pumpkin spice M&Ms, pumpkin spice biscotti, pumpkin pie spices and, yes, cans of pumpkin. I’m obsessed. I know. Good thing we had room in our suitcases after we dropped off about a dozen bottles of French wine for our future wine cellar.

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Homesickness…Even at Home
You drive through your old city and see it is still growing like crazy. The highly-touted new hotspot is finally open (Ponce City Market in our case) and you walk through it imagining how much fun you would have there if you still lived in town. Later, you meet up with old friends for dinner and realize how much you miss them—and how much life goes on even if you aren’t there. You hear them talk about the fun and crazy things they’ve done over the past few months—and what they have coming up and you’re simultaneously happy and sad. Happy that everyone is doing so well, but sad to be missing out on so much in the lives of those you care about.

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Inside the newly opened Ponce City Market.

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Expat life is amazing. It’s full of adventure and stretches your mind, expectations and even body in ways you never knew possible. It changes your perspective on “home” and the things that truly matter, and it makes you appreciate even more many things you might have taken for granted in the past. We’re only four months in to our expat adventure, but I know this learning and growing is going to continue. I’m excited for all our adventures ahead and to see who we’ve become by the end of it.