And as I looked through these new pupils wondering what was beyond those doors. What would I learn!? What would I read?! People, minds, or articles? Would the woman with the torch welcome me home or here with new eyes, new cultural norms, new words. Would I now miss the cheese, olives, and baguettes I lived on in Grand Place, Brussels. Oh how they smile at you in Berlin when you say Danke. Or how in Paris, I’d watch the Effie’s tower’s light display from my hotel room window, Or cold beers on the canals of Ghent. Or how friendly everyone suddenly became. Or the relief I felt while arriving in SoHo and I could finally read everything again. Or the festivals in Amsterdam that seem to bring hundreds of thousands of people, or the front line bobbies in front of Buckingham Palace during the Queen’s procession, or the room in Koln next to the river above a restaurant, or that stairwell I’ll return to with click lettering with my name on it next to the door buzzer marked #2 (at New York Stewart International Airport) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClP6Udcu5nj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=