December 3, 2010


Paris Flat

Yesterday I returned from twelve days in Europe of which five days were in Amsterdam and seven in Paris. It was a trip that we had talked about for years, a trip paid for with airline miles accumulated during all our back and forth flights between Madison and Atlanta. It turned out to be a very different vacation from what I had imagined.

Instead of trying to balance touring great art and architecture with lounging in cafes and shopping all the splendid markets and shops, I spent the first seven days of the trip mostly in bed or trudging slowly through metro stations, looking through a haze of sickness at a gray world. All this sick time gave me more hours of quite reflection and one of the realizations I had was that I miss writing.

Maybe blogs are dead, maybe the only way to communicate is in 100 characters or less or through some huge forced social network, but it doesn’t really matter. If I want to write, I have this space right here and it is my very own. In my fevered, sick state, I made some promises to myself. Writing here was one of them.


  1. Right on.

    Comment by nichole — December 3, 2010 @ 4:15 pm

  2. Good, because I love your writing and have missed your posts. As for vacation, sorry you got sick but I hope you loved Paris. Can’t wait to hear more about your trip.

    On the apartment issue, we are definitely spoiled/rich in space here in the US. They may have smaller spaces but I think their lives in general are richer … I dunno, something to ponder.

    Comment by Rosemarie — December 4, 2010 @ 1:22 pm

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