My parents left yesterday. This means I am back. Well, sort of.
But for now, how about this: I’m finally 100% French in the eyes of the government. Passport, Carte d’identité, zeu whole bag, baybee.*
Now that I am insured--socialized medicine, what’s up?--or will be as soon as I get my Carte Vitale, I have no excuse squeezing all of my doctors appointments into my trips to America. Which means it’s about time I see one of those infamous French Gynecological Exam Rooms (You lie half naked on the table! The doctor wears street clothes! Him=black jeans, You=ZERO PAPER GOWNS). And I kind of feel like it ain't gonna be no big thang. If this means I'm finally being cured of my nutty American modesty, Amen.
*I am keeping my American citizenship as well. Puhleez, let's not go crazy.