Several years ago I spent seven months living in France. The country of baguettes, berets and brie became my new home.
One day however, I was forced to return to the United States. I was happy to go home and see my family, drink Northwest microbrews and be with my friends again.
On my flight home however, something strange happened.
As we neared the Seattle airport, the sounds of the airplane went silent; for a moment I was left only with myself and the sensation of descending.