...into my life in the States. I'm antsy, restless. I don't want to have to sit. I want to keep walking and photographing.
And I can't seem to settle back into my normal routine. My sleep patterns are off. I processed the photographs, but don't feel like starting my next drawing project.
But I did return to dance class last night. That's a first step toward "being here now."
But, sigh. I miss Paris.