Leaving France for Ottawa

Today is packing day. Leaving France is very confusing. It's raining out, sort of reflecting my mood. I miss home, but soon I'll miss here, too.

I answered the phone for the first time today, which made me think I should probably go back to Ottawa to get some space to think about what I'm doing. The telemarketer hung up on me because of my accent and reminded me that I'm actually from somewhere else.

Must leave both places to figure out which one feels most like home.