i’m at work. i wish i were back in france.
this trip to europe was unlike my previous two trips in that i wasn’t going solely as a tourist. instead, i was staying with a friend and spending my nights in an apartment. the apartment sort of felt like home. whenever i walked downstairs and out the front door of the building onto the little cobblestoned street, i was always vaguely surprised to find myself in france.
i have a habit of losing track of where i am. it amuses me.
last night i was a bum. i actually wasn’t tired when i first got home, so i unpacked, started laundry, did some cleaning, ate dinner. i had the super bowl on in the background and saw some of the commercials, but i spent more time just bumming around. by 8:00 i was getting pretty tired, but i ended up staying up till 11 after getting into an involved conversation about alcoholism as a disease, and whether it is within a person’s power to control their own alcoholism. the debate started from the question of “do you feel more sympathy for someone with a disease like cancer, with the premise that cancer is not a choice, than you do for someone who is an alcoholic, with the premise that alcoholism is a choice.” anyway. lunchtime.