Three weeks from Wednesday I will board a jet to Paris. I will be out of the office for a total of three weeks and I am looking forward to it like a poison ivy sufferer looks forward to that dose of benadryl. I am itching for a vacation away -- really away.
I am tired. Not the kind of tired where I just want to give up and try something new. It's the tired where I need a break from everything. I don't need to think. I just want to absorb. I want to visit Versailles again. I want to attend Mass at Notre Dame. I want to cruise a bateau along the Seine. I want to sit in a cafe with a book and not feel like I need to move on to the next thing. I want to shop in the markets and cook dinner in. I want to reconnect with old friend and witness their transformation that has been brought on by living the life of ex-pats.It's the right amount of time. Two weeks in Paris with buffer days before and after the trip. I am so glad I don't have to stay in a hotel and that I will have an apartment where I can live and just be. I want to return refreshed and pick up again.