SJ, phone home

I was watching House Hunters International this evening. Trying not to be insanely jealous at the cute young Wisconsin couple who were moving to the Paris suburbs. As they were looking at an apartment closer to the city center, the woman commented that she would feel the need always to wear heels when she left the house. The city atmosphere just call out for heeled shoes, not mom flats.

It was like a sign. Like the mothership was calling me home. I would do so well in Paris. I mean, once we figured out how to move Allen Fieldhouse there...