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Nine Day Countdown to Paris…

Nine Day Countdown to Paris…

So it’s nine days and counting until take-off… a family of five (my husband, son, and parents) taking off for the Summer in Paris…and beyond?

More often than not, we highlight (or at least, I should say, I do) the excitement of travel and change. I have a bit of gypsy in me at heart, and I love it. That said, even for the most travel-hungry, wanderlust-filled of us, there is still something a bit destabilizing – something surreal, and adrenalin-filled– about the days before a long trip. In our case, we’re renting our house as well, so there’s the added pulling up of roots that comes with selling our old sofa (I’m not paying $400/month to store that old thing!), moving out personal possessions, and generally, boxing up our life. It’s exciting beyond belief, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say there’s some grief in it too. Not very zen, I know, but grief is still part of love for me – love of our friends, our sense of place, our community; grief as we near departure is how I experience my appreciation for all of these things, when I start down a new road on which they are not included in the same way. I’m feeling a bit melodramatic perhaps (it’s Paris for the summer, not a lifetime in the Amazon Basin), but I know from experience that one step in a new direction sometimes opens up whole new paths that are not wholly predictable – this trip, more than others, has that feel for me.

There’s something I like very much about these final days as well. I love purging all possessions until I get down to the very favorites that are worth that precious duffel space — my laptop (pragmatic), my old Bottega shoes (not so pragmatic, with those heels), the Cinderella book I read over and over as a child and don’t want to picture getting moldy at Storage-R-US (not pragmatic at all.) My son is even doing his part. He’s getting honest with himself about what toys he loves and which ones aren’t going to make the cut (which is more than I can do at 5x his age). And when all is said and done, I also remind myself that if all of us get on the plane with some change in our pocket and a toothbrush for each, we’ve succeeded on the most fundamental level.

In the meantime we haven’t entirely forgotten about our health. We’re taking extra fish oil, vitamin C, probiotics, all in the hopes that the semi-healthy take-out and sleep-deprived nights don’t get the better of us. We’re washing our hands with added frequency, and cutting back on sugar, before the big plane flights. Sadly, the only exercise I’ve done over the last few days is running up and down the stairs really, really fast… but I’m reminding myself that a nice yoga class might actually create the feeling of spaciousness in my day. Dare to dream.

We’re bonding too, as a family. My father reads his Pastries in Paris book aloud to us whenever chance permits (and by this you can very much tell where his heart lies ☺). My husband and I look across our desks/our house/Office Depot with expressions that resemble the Seinfeld episode where Kramer and the car salesman hold hands while the car runs out of gas. My son gets closer to all of us with his unbridled enthusiasm to help, and his matter-of-fact nostalgia – like last night when he said, “mommy, I’ll miss my toys and our house.” The closeness and occasional boughts of hysterical, not-completely-motivated-by-anything-that-funny laughter that wind like threads through the to-do lists of this journey-before-the-journey are really the greatest immune-builders that I know so far.

In less than two weeks, expect blogs about the trials and tribulations of lattes and croissants instead of greens and grains, and any other thoughts I have about children’s health in a different part of the world. For now though, I’m thinking more about the health that comes to me through the grace and happiness of a life that allows us these crazy adventures…stay tuned for where it leads.

 

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