I miss traveling. Lately I’ve been fiending for it. I want to wake up in Paris and walk down to a little sidewalk cafe for breakfast.
This coffee is from here.
I want to visit a museum.
I want to walk down a street I’ve never seen before.
I want to gaze thoughtfully at something foreign while my bangs do what I goddamn tell them for a change. (In Europe, my bangs would be perfectly obedient. I can sense this.)
However, I also want to replace our windows and buy organic lamb and see interesting plays and get a new pair of jeans and pay our bills, so I think I will stay in America instead. Still, I think with a little creativity I may be able to satisfy at least some of these across-the-pond cravings. Stay tuned.