We flew home on two different planes, though arrived in Marseille five minutes apart.
Our suitcases stuffed to the breaking point, though not one ounce over made it safely.
As soon as we were home we went straight to bed, and woke up to a brand new day. Traveling West rarely brings me jet lag… which is a good thing considering Chelsea needs her bedroom back.
I adopted her bedroom as my office/online shop about eighteen months ago, since then not an inch of it was hers anymore… It was stuffed with brocante, boxes, bubble wrap… packages…etc. etc.
Three of my cousins are coming to visit me, in a few days. So we needed to set up Chelsea's room in record speed (Chelsea will be doing an internship in Marseille). We literally threw my (office) stuff here, there and everywhere except in the refrigerator.
Then we unpacked our suitcases.
While unpacking I heard a strange sound coming from my bedroom window, looking out I saw in my neighbor's yard (which my bedroom window faces) not one, nor two but several fat chickens.
Great.
I love chickens… don't get me wrong. But a chicken coop, a rooster and summer coming along, dang life is good right outside my window.
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