Tonight my longing to go back to Lyon is fiercer than usual. I am writing French poetry and googling pictures of Lyon and looking for the most efficient flight plan that will get me to Paris ASAP. Then a two hour TGV ride to Lyon, to home. I'd call Helene, stay with them for a day until I can get to Benjamin. They would be proud at how much better I am at French. Maybe I would even be able to follow their lively dinner conversations. I could go to the school the next day, and maybe the kids would remember me and when they said dirty things to me in French I could insult them in Swedish (I need to learn some Swedish insults) and they would know not to mess with me.
Maybe next summer I could go to Lyon. My sister my be an exchange student in France, and then we would go and visit her but all my thoughts would be with Lyon. We would get on the train...and Benjamin would be waiting for me at the station...

And then, for just a little bit, I would be home.

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