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I couldn’t find my friend. She had left our island of blankets almost an hour ago. Then I saw her making a path through the crowd with 2 bottles of wine. The night was officially perfect. I still know every last word of this film. I remember my 8th grade teacher would let me present facts about the movie to the class for 5 minutes at the end of almost every day. My Dad would read me the Smithsonian book nightly so that I could see the giant elephant, the hope diamond, and stare at the ruby slippers. Those shoes still get me. I’ve felt like Dorothy since I left home at 18, ironically. Traveling traveling traveling. Having incredible adventures with friends and always wanting home….
I have so many photos of ”View of sky from plane window”. They kind of make me sick. I’m so tired of airports and the hustle and bustle, the hurry up and wait. Trains. Trains are my saving grace. A 9 hour train ride vs a 1.5 hour flight. I’ll take that any day. I pack my own wine. Some knitting and a book. I’m also suddenly a drunk 72 year old?
A CHRISTMAS GIFT for my parents. I wanted to take photos of where they had been on their honeymoon. Trafalgar Square, London. They didn’t bring a camera and had no pictures to remember the time they had spent there. The curse continued after I lost my camera shortly after taking the photos. But, after grieving its loss and moving on to another camera, I finally got some shots to bring home to them. I also brought back some brochures from the hotel where they stayed. It was quite sweet to be in that same spot.