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| From Voler, Voguez, Voyager Louis Vuiton Exhibit, Grand Palais, Paris |
Why is it every time I’m getting ready to leave town―even for more Europe by Train!―my home tugs me to stay? The weather is beautiful; the wisteria is in bloom,
the roses are providing yummy buds for the “dear” deer,
and the spring bulbs are popping.
My sweet Daisy looks at me with those big brown eyes
and Marco The Menace is adorable.
The two even seem to be reconciling (unless they’re plotting a coup while we’re gone).
My former therapist called it separation anxiety. I hate to leave where I’m at, and then when I’m *there* I hate to come home. (My dirty little secret, why I struggle with being late.)
Jimmy Durante said it best in the 1942 black and white comedy, The Man Who Came to Dinner:
“Did you ever get the feeling that you wanted to go,
But still had the feeling that you wanted to stay,
You knew it was right, wasn’t wrong.
Still you knew you wouldn’t be very long.
Go or stay, stay or go,
It’s hard to have the feeling that you wanted to go,
But still have the feeling that you wanted to stay.
Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, si, do.
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| From Voler, Voguez, Voyager Louis Vuiton Exhibit, Grand Palais, Paris |
The above Vuitton trunk holds a mattress for the intrepid explorer of yore whose effects were transported by bearer or mighty beast. As a more minimalist traveler, I must now confront my new 22″ x 18″ x 10″ carryon.
Next stop: Rome!