Today I’m feeling all kinds of retrospective. Perhaps it’s because Precocious is back in school and the house is a little more quiet; I have a few minutes to myself here and there to reflect on things. Like life. And how happy I am in mine. How lucky I am to be doing what I love. To have the wonderful friendships I have.
I don’t want to wax too nostalgic, I’ve already cried once this morning and Charming doesn’t know what to do with me.
I’ll leave it at this though, I just found a list I’d tucked away in a book of places I want to travel before I die. I made it when Precocious was a brand new baby. I was in school full-time, and we were living with my parents. I never thought I’d get above ground, never mind across the world. So here’s my travel list, and one of my favorite quotes.
“In spite of illness, in spite even of the
archenemy of sorrow, one can remain alive long
past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid
of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity,
interested in big things, and happy in small ways.”
Places to travel before I die:
New York City
I’ve got a long way to go, baby.