The Front Room

This is the front room of our apartment in Paris.

The apartment is very small, about 1,000 square feet

and

it is one of my favorite places on earth.

I wish that I were there right now.

It would be 1:50 pm.

I would go to the kitchen, make a cup of tea,

and 

sit by the window.

I would knit, read, paint or write notes.

I would like to be far away and get lost in the Paris springtime.

But,

instead, since I am in Texas

and

 have not been in the middle of so much drama

since my father disowned me,

I am going to take a long walk.

I need a long walk.

There is an empty canvas staring at me,

I still have the blasted 9 {post surgery} pounds hanging on me

and

people around me are struggling with things

that I cannot do anything about.

{don't you hate that feeling?}

I am off to walk.

Van Morrison will be blasting in my ears

and

if you see me singing and dancing while walking down the street,

be sure to wave.

Love you.

Me