Wednesday, August 08, 2007

It is quiet. What little noise exists echoes in our empty house. The bags are packed, three each, and they are bulging. The cat is hiding somewhere, which is impressive given there nothing to hide under…her world as been completely de-forested.

K and I are sitting on our luggage waiting for our ride to the airport. This morning we fly to Paris to live. We are quiet, both of us wondering to ourselves if this isn’t a huge mistake, neither of us daring to say it out loud.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good luck to both of you. I connected to your blog from a comment you left on American Sweatpants. I read all your archives and am looking forward to reading about your time in Paris.
Brenda

self taught artist said...

best to you both!

~Michelle~ said...

The day you have been preparing for is finally here!