Today's the day!

I used to be a writer and I used to be a dreamer - am I still?

Today at 6:50 CST my son and I will board a plane and leave the US. I am stunned.

My father had his gallbladder removed last night in an emergency operation. He is coming home this morning and we will have the visit that we were planning to start yesterday morning but couldn't because he wasn't feeling well. I'm glad that my last vision of him will not be from a hospital bed.

Oh, I accidentally packed one too many bags! I had to reconfigure our carryons because aer lingus has a 13 pound per carryon limit and somehow in the reshuffling I ended up packing too many checked bags. Fortunately, none of the bags were packed too tightly and i was able to fit everything into the 4 bag limit but I'd still like to keep the small duffel bag for other uses.

Head is hurting and feeling foggy. I have got to get my medications adjusted after i settle in to Nice. I think that both the thyroid and the antidepressant meds should be reviewed. My body is vibrating; not quite shaking but the energy beneath the surface is palpable. Nothing to be nervous about; just a major life change! :-) I know that it will be worth it! :-)

I must be weird...

As I was driving my son home from daycare today, I realized that I am exceptionally blessed. How many people have the opportunity to make this kind of move? While I have been scattered and trying to deal with the stress of the move and absence of my husband, I've completely ignored the wonder of it all.

I am not one of those francophiles who've been dreaming about living in France. I do not have a vision of what life will be like in france - despite 9 years of marriage to a frenchman, studying intercultural communication, as well as reading lots of books and blogs over the years.

Does that make me unimaginitative? No. It's just that I have enough to focus on right now and the present, as function of time posted, is a beautiful place to live.

It wouldn't be very brilliant to imagine what life will be like in a place that I have visited for less than 20 days. My most recent visit was over 9 years ago. However, to ignore the wonder of this moment in my life is criminal.

I felt so wonderful and at ease during the first week of my husband's absence, but for the past couple of days I have let myself get sucked into illness and self-pity.