Two observations after my first week (almost) back in the US:
One: Cancer awareness ads everywhere. Everyone needs to get themselves checked. Observation.
Two: I've overheard/participated in four conversations where people bragged about how poor they were as children. Why is this logical or interesting to brag about? It never happened once in France - in fact, twice French people told me they came from upper-class families.
So here's some news for you, fellow Americans: that's rough that you were poor as a child. I, on the other hand, was fabulously wealthy. Your family ate stew every night and considered chicken McNuggets at McDonalds a special-occasion treat? You poor things. I ate nuggets every single day. SOLID GOLD nuggets. And when they broke all my teeth, my wealthy parents had my personal dentist put new teeth in. SOLID GOLD teeth. And then I had my dentist change the television channel for me and make me a sandwich, because pushing the buttons on the remote makes my fingers sore, and the sandwich was made of SOLID GOLD. And my favorite show was Sesame Street.
The US is pretty fun. I miss France sometimes, but I haven't been gone long enough to miss it a lot.
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