I spent my childhood thinking if I could just change locations, everything would be different.  While this isn’t the case long-term, it’s true enough in the sort.  My mother was wrong: it’s NOT just your attitude.  Being in Paris really DOES make you happy, at least for a few days. 

The issue, of course, is routine.  Once your life becomes routine, those mean reds and Wendesday blues can find you anywhere.

If only we had a spy glass to show us the way we look to everybody else, sound to everyone else, it would help sooth.  If I could hear my mother say “Jamie lives in New York,” or “Jamie’s visiting San Francisco and Big Sur,” knowing how much better it sounds than most places, I’d be fine.


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