Before my mom used to leave on business trips, she would come in my room, pull the covers snug over me, sit on the edge of my bed and sing to me, Leaving On A Jet Plane. Now, it’s my turn.
Ok, so my bag(s) isn’t exactly packed, but I’m definitely full of anticipation and ready to go.
For the next few days—before I depart for Paris, I will be packing my bags, saying my goodbyes, sneaking one more bite of my favorite foods, and snuggling with my cat, Peeks.
Until next time, bon voyage.