And yet, despite my woes, it’s extremely difficult to be melancholy when you’re going to Paris for a month. And so I’m leaving with a smile on my face. It’s going to be great.
Here is a portrait of Minnie, looking disgruntled as I packed:
Monday, July 4, 2011
At the Airport!
It seems like only yesterday that this idea to live in Paris for a month popped into my head, so it’s hard to believe that the day of my departure has already arrived! As I imagine is the case with everyone who is leaving something profoundly good behind—even briefly—the day has proven a little bittersweet. Although he’ll be joining me towards the end of the month, I already miss Phil. And I’m sad I’ll be missing an entire month of the all-too-short summer season in Connecticut. (I had originally planned to take this trip in the winter, but my work schedule wouldn’t cooperate.) And while I was already nervous to leave behind our 16-year-old cat, Minnie, my anxieties escalated dramatically after she was attacked by a neighborhood stray on Friday. The vet assured me she will be fine, and she’s in Phil’s very competent hands, but she was clearly unhappy with me when she noticed me packing my suitcases….
And yet, despite my woes, it’s extremely difficult to be melancholy when you’re going to Paris for a month. And so I’m leaving with a smile on my face. It’s going to be great.
Here is a portrait of Minnie, looking disgruntled as I packed:
And yet, despite my woes, it’s extremely difficult to be melancholy when you’re going to Paris for a month. And so I’m leaving with a smile on my face. It’s going to be great.
Here is a portrait of Minnie, looking disgruntled as I packed:
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