This morning I had to make a stop at the gaz station and while filling my car, me eyes stopped at the publicity above: “Where will your next fill take you?”
My inner voice said: to the airport!
Of course. Logic. My life seems to happen on the airports. I was even thinking about to write Guide of international airports. After Guide of international emergency rooms…
I was at the airport Thursday to pick up a friend. I was there again Friday to pick up my daughter. I went at the airport Saturday morning to fly to Paris to visit an apartment for sale and I was at the airport Saturday evening when flying back. Sunday I was NOT at the airport so Monday looks like I m having withdrawal syndrome and it will be better to go. As I will drop my daughter at 11 AM, my next fill will bring me there for sure!
But this is when it hit me: where is my/ our next stop actually? We are in the process of moving back ” home” after 22 years to live expat life abroad.
Madrid. Honk Kong. Singapore. Chicago. Frankfurt. Prague. Mumbai. Dublin. Next: Paris.
The irony of the situation is that moving ” back” to Paris is not the ” home” country for me. I spent there one year of my life before I met my husband. I am French by marriage.
I know the ” expat”. I m even joking and I present myself sometimes as ” professional expat wife” because it was my longest ” career” ever ( hey, the taxi driver is not bad neither). So now I should pass to ” repat” status . Repat means the people who lived/ worked abroad and is coming back. But it does not really apply to my case , we never lived in France as a family.
In order to find some label for my near future career move I invented the word INPAT: I m going in to my inner land, in my inner home. Because where else should I go after my fill? 🙂 On my way home, baby….