A few hours ago I sat on my couch with my feet perched toward the fire place. A foggy haze was rolling over Vancouver and tinting the sky an orangey-pink, a neighbor's chimney smoke was rolling by the window and everything was beautiful. Exhausted from the last few months I've been awaiting this day like no other. The bags are packed, the trash it out, "Big Fat Quiz of The Year" is playing on the laptop and Lauren and I are laughing, passing time waiting to go for brunch with our friends before being driven to the airport.
I tried to find the time to write this post in the last week but it escaped me. Dinners with friends, work, packing, and generally running around like a headless chicken didn't leave me a minute to spare. Now I'm charging my laptop at Gate D64 trying to squeeze in as much writing in before we board in 20 minutes. This is the first time I've been back to Paris since I lived there, and the first time I'll be back in Europe since as well. It feels weird, like going back to a home that isn't mine anymore, that doesn't resonate with me how it used to - but I'm so excited to see how it does now. How will present day me feel compared to my 18 year old self... we're about to find out. It also feels like a trip that will hit us both unlike any other. Not just departing Vancouver, but departing the past to arrive in a new state of being. With no time to elaborate, I'll have to leave it here and pick this up in a coffee shop in Paris.
A plus tard.