I'm six days away from flying back to Paris and I'm feeling anything but prepared. Being sick all of last week meant that I got no client work done and no shopping for supplies. I didn't paint my room at my mom's the way I intended. I haven't once gone for a walk. There are friends I didn't get the chance to see. This week, I've been playing catch-up. The new owners of my car are coming tomorrow night to take it away and I'll be without transportation, so I'm packing in as much as I can before I have to ask, "Hey, Mom, can I borrow the car?" -- something I haven't had to do since I was 17. I'm visiting friends, running errands, and shopping shopping shopping for things I want to bring back with me. Then I need to start packing, both the things I'm bringing on the plane, the things I'm shipping, and an extra suitcase to give to my best friend so she can bring it with her in early February when she comes over to visit for 10 days (something we are both very excited about and for which her loving husband deserves SAINTHOOD... Read more →