|back to my happy place|
when i visit now, i can't even imagine that i didn't love every minute of my life there.
when i went to boulder, living in a rural town & milking goats seemed like the most magical thing in the world.
i'm sure it's not.
& i'm sure it also is.
a student wrote today in her boulder essay, "boulder seems like the most perfect place in the world. probably because i don't have to live there."
that insight made the whole class laugh.
isn't it true: that we rarely really appreciate where we're at until later?
for tonight, i'm going to my happy place to combat the pre-travel jitters and stress of leaving my kids, planning itineraries, budgets, contacting friends and associates, etc. by going to my happy boulder place in my head.
|happy place: burr trail outpost in boulder, utah with honey rhubarb crisp & local characters|
tomorrow, i'll be in my other happy place, new york city. all the happier because i will just be pretending to live there for a week, ignoring all the quotidiana back home, getting to stay up as late as i want, & hanging with my girl julie.
legwear: taking the red-eye leggings
looking forward: to seeing julie
inspiration: happy places