In his mind, James Taylor sings he’s “gone to Carolina.” In mine, I’m still in Paris. Sure, my body boarded a plane and returned to San Francisco three weeks ago. But much of the rest of me gets pulled back to the City of Lights many times a day.
I adored my time in Paris. I wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. But, it’s funny; I’m enjoying my trip even more with the benefit of some hindsight. Our days there were so full– both physically and emotionally. I spent the first day or two in complete disbelief that I had finally made it to Paris at all. There was so much to take in. Museums, people, the particular way that the light shines there, the food, the shops, the fact of just being there.
So, three weeks later, I’m still pondering it. Even still living it in some ways. And I want to buy just about anything with an Eiffel Tower on it. Anything to be reminded of that time. That place.
I’m already contemplating how I can get back there. And when. Sure, it had been twenty-four years since my last trip there. But now I know I’ll never be able to hold out that long again.
In the meantime, I’ll be there in my mind.