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