September 26, 2011 § 2 Comments
Sorry for the lack of activity up in these parts, last week was a busy week: I was in Louisville for the annual Idea Festival (yes, Cesar Milan was there, and no, I didn’t get to hear his talk…but I did pass him walking down the street with his dog), and Paul turned 30 (I got him a new iPod nano and a book on canning and making preserves. Because he’s been talking about it for months. Yes, for reals.)
So anyway, random, but in thinking about how old we’re all getting, it crossed my mind this weekend that 7 years ago this month I took my enormous green suitcase (“the size of a house”, according to my friend Jen) and hopped on a plane to move to Prague. 7 YEARS AGO. What.
I was thinking about getting old and different phases of life…but writing about deep thoughts isn’t really my forte. Then yesterday, serendipitously, out of the blue, my college roommate Margaret sent me the link of her cousin’s blog (her cousin is a travel writer), where I found a nice little post that pretty much sums it all up. And coincidentally happens to be about Prague…though it could be about anywhere. So I will let her deal with the sap.