I live in airports.

Sweating buckets after catching the metro to CDG during rush hour. Thank goodness for my personal baggage assistants getting my bags to the metro.

Only repacked twice before the nice man let me have slightly overweight suitcases. Also carrying the heaviest backpack known to man.

An hour till lift off, flight one of four, can't wait for the beautiful lights of night time Paris!

I came in the morning and I'm leaving at night.

This sure is weird. A year in Paris, soon gone.

Dreamlike.

See you in 29 hours, daylight.