The only stable home I’ve had as an adult hasn’t been tangible. It’s been me. My identity. My self. I’m homesick for the person I used to be.

After not seeing each other in person for almost two years, Ashley and I found ourselves back in Europe at the same time, and decided that it was high time for a reunion.

Having lived in France three times now, it’s easy to trick myself into thinking I’m some kind of an expert on everything French. But there are, and always will be, surprises.

At the end of January, I packed a weekend bag, got up early on a Saturday, and hopped on a train from the Gare du Nord to le département du Nord.

Looking back on 2014.