Brink of Adieu.

Sitting here in a packed-up room wide awake, I have definitely been here before.

The last things have found their places in this bag “Potpourri:” feather boa, pink helmet, and now Scotch tape and a Tiffany box.

Someone will love these items.  If not, they are just parts of a life.

Left a note for the Frenchman that says hello and thank you only in French and asks him to wake me up at 6, I hope I left it somewhere where it doesn’t blow off his breakfast tray, it’s windy tonight.

Windy for here.

My best friend Jenny had a baby girl today.  She’s been pregnant almost exactly the time I’ve been gone.  I was still having the knives in the stomach at the Van Trang when she told me via Skype.

She was probably having knives of her own, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a partial naming-after besides writing Jen some quotations said by Oprah in the nineties, but I love this baby already.

Time is so timelike. -Deborah Keenan

Ten minutes from this time tomorrow I will be boarding the plane.  I will sit down in my seat and stare out the window and I mean stare.

In my purse will be notes from the kids.  As the plane takes off I’ll close my eyes and hopefully sleep.

Flying home.