I knew I was going to say yes before she even finished asking me.
I know to say yes.
Even when there was a tiny voice in my head that said, “but what about work?”
What the fuck about it?
I have no idea where I’m going to be working in May.
I will have a job.
One always comes around.
This new gig tomorrow could lead to my next job (I am still working for my current family, but I’ll be Monday with this new family). The family is fantastic, friends of my current family, living up in Eureka Valley, on a block, is it possible? That doesn’t have parking permit issues, meaning I can park my scooter on the street without having to worry about moving it.
The 20 month old is delicious.
She takes two-hour naps.
Bless you little girl.
I am so excited for two hours naps and parents that don’t work from home.
I got the impression that there will be some overlap occasionally, that one of the parents will be there, but for the most part it will be me and the 20 month old for six hours and then a mixture of the two other brothers.
Both of whom are in school.
This gig starts this Monday and will be every Monday until December 12th.
I am thinking at that time I will have secured my next gig, whatever that will be.
I may also take a little time off at that time, give myself a week or so to let myself have a few days off to acclimate and transition.
I’ll be thick into my final papers for the semester.
I’m also thinking further ahead.
All the way to May.
Because today I was asked if I wanted to go on a trip to France in May.
Of course I said yes.
I already have looked for tickets.
I know better than to not say yes.
Especially when I was told that I would have all my housing covered.
I would stay with my friend and her family.
She won’t be as available to me as if we were really going on holiday together, she’ll be studying for her exams in France, but I was like.
She’s my dear friend.
I love her.
Of course I’m going to say yes.
We would actually go to a few places, not just Paris, take the TGV to Provence, for instance and to the seaside.
Oh yes, I don’t care where I’m working, I can make that work.
Plus, I’ll have a little more financial aid that will come into my pocket come Spring semester.
After my disbursement was made, paying for my summer classes, retreat (intensive, it was an intensive), and my current semester I received $675.
Which you know.
Means working as much as I can to cover the rest of my costs, because that’s basically a half month of rent.
No gas for the scooter.
Definitely no yoga.
Just some money toward 1/2 a month of rent.
I remember laughing to myself when my current employer asked if I would still want to work when I won the scholarship I was awarded.
I have to.
I live in San Francisco.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t save a for a ten-day jaunt to France.
I can fucking well do that, especially if I don’t have to worry about the cost of hotels and places to stay.
Plus, South of France in May?
Of course I said yes.
I am still saying yes.
I have no clue how it will work out, but I told my friend I knew it would and yes, what a perfect way to cap off the end of the second year of school with a trip with one of my dearest to France.
I’d still fly into Paris, and probably from Paris too.
The TGV, the bullet train, will get me to and from really quick and it’s super affordable.
I am so excited.
This will definitely be a different trip for me than the last time I went to Paris.
First, it will be in Spring.
I haven’t been in Paris in Spring in a while.
It really is the best time to go.
And then to the South of France, in warm weather, all my sundresses are longing to be donned, all my sandals ready to be buckled around my ankles.
Fields of lavender.
The pool with deck chairs.
Such deliciousness awaits, strolls with my friend in the dusk, after dinner when she ends her day of study.
Farmer’s markets, flower markets, and I’m sure I’ll stumble upon some art.
I usually manage.
It will not be with a man who I am in an unrequited love relationship with.
No thank you.
I was deleting some files earlier and stumbled across a section of photos of the two of us in LA last summer and my heart banged around in my chest and I felt some sorrow, a sweep of sadness.
I deleted some of them, but I kept the majority.
I don’t have to wallow in something that never came to fruition, but there was love there and to be reminded of having been loved and having loved another, is a great blessing, even if it was a painful experience.
How I did grow.
Yes, please, another experience with my dearest Paris.
And my first time going to Provence.
I have been to the South of France, Toulouse, to be exact, but not since 2002 and it was just three days and well, I was tipping back the cocktails a wee bit, so my experience I dare say this time around will be much sweeter, happier, and joyful.
I knew I was going to be going back to France again, I just wasn’t expecting the conversation to pop up today.
How glad I am it did.
It colored everything with delight.
My sweet, sweet life.
Ma vie en rose.
(My life in the pink)
How lucky am I?
Luckiest girl in the world.