Another beautiful day, only this one was mainly spent inside. I offered to help get ready to go, seeing as I wasn't going to ski anyways. I went on a walk to the village and bought baguettes and butter, very French. I had time before the packing had to begin, so I walked around a bit more, get my exercise for the day.
The day was long, we got in the car at 6:45pm. It's a long 7 hour drive back, and in the dark, there wasn't much to look at. I tried to sleep, but seeing that it wasn't even dinner time, that was a difficult thing to accomplish. We got home around 2:00 and I was happier than I thought to be "home". A couple of times this week, I said something about "home" to the girls. They asked if I meant Texas or their home. I said "our home". Being away made me finally feel like this was home.
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