I wandered, so sleepless, nervous as a mouse.
My suitcases were all packed, set near the front door with care
In hopes that my big travel day would draw near.
OK, enough of that. I'm no poet, and I know it.
Yep, I'm all packed and ready to go...another night made sleepless from anxiety and sheer excitement as I open another chapter in an life that has often seemed overly exciting.
But I go to seek a calmer life in a town, not a city, in peaceful southern Italy. I'm flying out of SF in the evening and will arrive in London midday on the 12th...then on to Rome. After a bit of sightseeing, on to the Women's Fiction Festival in Matera.
I promise to post photos after I learn how to operate the digital camera I just got.
Wish me luck, as I wish all of you, my friends, the best that life can give.