This summer is turning into a France-in-America repeat of last summer except without having to be thousands of miles away from everyone (merely hundreds), and without the overwhelming anxiety.

There are the diet and the hw similarities, but also just being able to sit with my window open and listen to people living around me. There were some people moving into one of the units across the parking lot, two guys playing guitar and singing on a porch, kids laughing and shouting.

And a girl in rollerblades going to check the mail and enjoying the immersion.