Well... it's hard to explain. I was back in Paris, and it was great. I was living the high life, you know? I didn't have any memories of this place when I was there, but when I returned all of the memories came back and I felt guilty for leaving. It's weird to not realize you have missed people that you couldn't remember up until that moment.
So I guess what I'm saying is that it's a double-edged sword. I'm not exactly glad to be taken from my life in Paris, but I'm glad that I'm back with the people I've grown to love.