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Missing France already…

This is the curse of a life spent in too many countries. Even though you enjoy the place where you live, you always miss another one. Missing the friends and family scattered around the world stings even more. My cousin’s mother-in-law regularly complains that she moved with the beloved son an hour drive away. My clever cousin usually replies “Be careful, I could move to Bosnia or even to Australia… that’s what they do in MY family!”

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  1. Quand on est à l’étranger, il y a toujours un peu de rêve qui nous tombe tout d’un coup dessus sans crier gare et nous humidifie les yeux mais on retombe vite dans la réalité et on se dit là ou ailleurs d’un air faussement dégagé… jusqu’à la fois suivante qui ne manque jamais de revenir.

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