I got stumped while booking our flights to the US today…
I… umm, have no idea where we “reside” anymore.
Dallas? London? California?
By our fourth and final day in Paris, the fatigue of being tourists had set in and all three of us were yearning to return to London.
Even our sweet little Avery asked, “Go home to see Tower of London, now, Mommy?”
“Yes, Baby. We’re going home to see the Tower of London now.”
For the time being, London is still very much “home” to us. It seems rather unfair to be leaving so soon after making it so, and that it took a trip meant to re-establish our tourist visas to feel the first real aches of missing it.
Of course, the officer at the UK boarder was quick to remind us that London is, in fact, NOT our home. Upon eying the expiration date on our visas, he gave me a stern lecture on the intricacies of the UK’s Immigration policy.
A VERY stern lecture.
Okay, USA, it is…