I'm waiting to become my age. Probably shouldn't do that, given I am whatever age I am, tant pis. I've been too old for it for a long time. Now I'm beginning to think I'm going the opposite way. It's probably a product of being around people younger than me all the time here in France, an irritating truth of the exchange process, which extends into thinking about the past, because friends at home are irrevocably frozen in time via distance.
People my age:

















