Today I had a music moment. a song blaring in my head, I could sing along, and I felt like dancing. The only problem was I was in the middle of a bridge with an extremely large cobalt blue backpack on my shoulders and hips. I felt like shouting out at the cars rushing by:
"hey you!- I'M leaving on a jet plane, don't you wish you were too?"
But I always seemed to catch myself in time. I didn't talk to strangers (my parents taught me well) or make large hand motions pointing at my BIG backpack, followed by awkward attempts at explaining my new found joy to fellow passer-bys or the cars whizzing past. All in all, I think I did quite well at containing my bursting, overflowing, exuberant (insert happy adjective here) excitement at the thought of soon lugging this enormous backpack (with much room for european delights) to le vieux continent. I was already bursting at the seams, so to speak.
So yes, "I'm leaving on a jet plane, my bags are(n't) packed, and I'm ready to go"
bisous, and enjoy the sun
Em!
ReplyDeleteI'm excited that a) you have a blog; b) it has a great title; c) you will chronicle your oh-so-exciting adventures on it; and d) you have a blog!
You rock. And I'm glad the blue backpack played a role in this first post - I hope that it will continue to do so!
-kren