bags packed. passport found (aaaaaaaaaaah!!)

gone is the giddy i usually feel with such a leave of absence.

a grouchy winter morphed into a rancorous spring.

we all need some respite.

i feel like i’m running away, abandoning my family.

how do i keep them safe when i’m a continent away?

my heart is set on vibrate, my cell phone set to high.

pleading for silence.

art of travel, vogue 1951