I was missing something, or someone, but couldn't find what or who.
Then, it dawned on me.
I thought I was missing my job. I was missing it. I was. But not that much. I could do without. I had been fed up with it all.
As I was preparing myself to spend the night without taking care of my two baby grand-daughters, a thought came to my mind in English. I was writing a text in English.
I have forgotten what the text was, by now, but have found a stunning discovery.
All these months, I had been missing English. Writing in English. Reading in English.
It came to me as I was watching the end of an enth old episode of Grey's Anatomy.
I was missing English. I was feeling worried, guilty. I could not find what worried me, what made me feel guilty. I was scraping my mind hard with usual psychological explanations - my family, my kids, my parents, my grand-children, seeing again my friends and former colleagues - to no avait.
I was missing English, novels in English, thinking in English. I had given up English, its countries, its civilisations, is cultures, its culture. Its strength. Its effect on me.
I needed a break with French. At once. Right now. English had always been my solace, my confort. I had forgotten it in the mes of my last years at uni.
I needed its distance, its proximity, its sound in my mind, its effect on my body, its you know what, even if you don't. I do. That's enough.
English ! English !
I'm back !
Back in English.
That was the long way back to English that was.
HHhheeere I a-a-am !
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