Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Last week of France

I just woke up with a split headache, a blocked nose, and what feels like a bad hangover from the flu medicine. I am in bed taking swigs of juice while i remember the 700 dreams i had last night, the subconscious is scary, it is unbelievable how many things happen to us while we don't realize they do.
Almost every item in the flat is sorted out and designated to bag or box. All furniture is cleaned and ready to deliver and i am on my bed, back to the sliding glass doors that lead to the terrace that stretches along the tiny flat, and the sun is pouring into my bedroom. If i turn around and look out i could see glimpses of the sea... I am going to miss this flat.
There are a million things about France that i will miss; the roads, the driving, the scenery, the coffee, the restaurants, the wine, the day trips, the lakes, seas and rivers, the laid back pace of life, the bidding good day and see you later and thank you and good day again whenever you walk into any store. There a million things i have missed from home as well, the girls, my family, the ability to completely understand and converse, the endless options for a good night out, Sinai and Alex in the winter.
One of my dreams last night was sitting with the girls around the fireplace in the winter, and talking to them about all the things that i have been talking to myself about in my head for two years. I miss the girls badly, but i know i will miss my privacy very very badly when i go home.

Sometimes you have it so sweet here and there, that you wish you could be both here and there....

6 comments:

Carmen said...

I hear ya!

N said...

Note to Insomniac: what happened to your blog?

Insomniac said...

i changed the link, it's http://myoblivia.blogspot.com now.. i'll explain later why :)

LouLou said...

Yep. I can understand feeling restless, not wanting to miss anything, wanting to be everywhere at once. Story of my life.

Have a safe trip.

If at first said...

When do you take off? Leave a piece of you (so to speak) in France. Come back to find it one day. It will make for a good novel, or at least a blog entry. :)
I know what you mean about leaving place that has become so much a part of you.

Insomniac said...

where r u? r u back in EG yet?