When I look at various places in England, I can’t help but think that’s where I’m supposed to be. It’s a strange feeling. I drop the man on Google maps street view and have a look around knowing that it’s a place I want to be, no matter where it is. I’ve been there before, and it’s the only place I didn’t want to leave.
I could spend a lot of time talking about reincarnation, but I won’t, because I have a trip looming with last minute details nagging at me.
Have you ever felt you weren’t supposed to live in the time you’re living in?
If it wasn’t nearly 7pm which means I’ll need to go downstairs to make dinner, I’d tell you what I’ve felt: that I belong somewhere else. That I’ve been there before. When I see images of it, I’m reduced to tears and wondering why.
It’s a bit unnerving.
I’ll have some time to think about this when we’re in England over the next two weeks, and I’ll pay close attention to my reactions.
One week to go before our trip to the UK, and I’m busy printing things for the MoH’s notebook. Because he’s not involved in the planning, he’s often out of the loop outside of our discussions about a trip, when I can’t keep one more detail in my head and have to unload. Bear in mind we have about eight books on travel marked, tagged, and dogeared I’ve been using for the past many months to get ready, but he likes his notebook.
In the long run, he’s not as technology oriented as I am, unless it has something to do with fantasy leagues for sports he enjoys, so the links and maps I’ve created probably won’t be used all that much. In this day and age, if you have a laptop, then all the reading can be done like that instead of on paper which can’t come close to providing the same amount of information. Do you get to use the Internet on flights now?
I need an iPad.
You agree, right?
It just might be a last minute shopping item along with the silk underwear someone told me I’d need to pack because it’s so cold in the Cotswolds at this time of year. Silk undies? It would make sense to explain that I’m more of a flannel person, and that the thought of trying to keep warm in something like that is interesting.
I love Billy Collins. He makes me think differently about the things I think about. His sometimes irreverent, and certainly candid perspective always stops me long enough to think: Really? Do I need to take myself that seriously? It’s refreshing.
What’s not refreshing is that in this month of heightening everyone’s awareness about breast cancer, and celebrating survivors and their warrior stories, I’ve just found out my aunt has bone cancer.
Meds to help her pain.
My mother beside herself with it all, but sporting a stiff upper lip.
All I can think of is how my aunt always has that knack of making things seem funny with little or no effort, a tough thing for some. She’s one of those people everyone else wants to be near, soaking her up. But I’ve always thought it was at some detriment to her.
I could say more, but it makes me sad.
I know I’m supposed to have a stiff upper lip and all that sort of thing, but I suck at that. People just think I’m good at it.
Pardon me if I don’t put up a yellow ribbon.
But I’ll find a star and put her name on it tonight.