I leave for Paris terribly soon. Within hours. I am too nervous to sleep or breathe or think straight. I've felt nauseous all week. All month, to be honest. I've cut my hair, packed my things, and left matters vague and unresolved. All my life I've wanted to go to France. And now that I am, my mind is horribly confused. Fraying at the seams. Not quite on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but close. So quite naturally, I turned to a movie that has never failed me. Sabrina. I will never know how many times I've seen this film. Despite wearing out two VHS copies and just recently buying a second DVD, watching it this afternoon while packing seemed different. I've spent many a summer night falling asleep to "Isn't It Romantic" drifting through the garden into the Larrabee tennis courts. And still, today seemed different. I feel exactly in her situation. Granted, I am not a chauffeur's daughter, I do not live above a garage, and I am not going to culinary school- but there are similarities. I'm certain of that.
Goodnight dear friends. I'll see you soon.