Living in England: The End of a Beginning
July 17, 2011, Antibes, France
LITERALLY THE LAST PAGE IN
MY EUROPEAN JOURNAL
Our finale trip from England to continental Europe is winding down. Dale has returned from Dubai and we’re enjoying our last two days here. Lying in bed, waiting for the birds and bells to signal a new morning, has driven me to start the day without them. In the midst of the Astonishing, I am suddenly overcome with the desire for the Familiar and Routine.
After a year of Intense Living — of Everyday-the-Extraordinary — I long for my bed, my kitchen, my drawers, my music, my chair, my grocery store, my washing machine, my friends, my family, our love. I feel like I cannot take but four more days of the Remarkable – and indeed, that’s all that is left.
I am sitting on the couch in Scott’s villa/flat, looking through the open shutters — the French windows – out onto the neighbor’s roof and those beyond, a pale sky dawning on another day in the paradisaical Riviera. It’s the ideal setting for reflecting, but I’m tired of reflecting; worn out from all the growing. I just want to be Whoever I’ve Become in a Predictable Place with my Constant Honey.
We are not the only ones to mature this year. The kids have grown up. Our two youngest finished their very last university classes and I wonder: how do you mark reaching a summit? A flag? A banner? A plaque? How do you signify a significant ending? By some trite reference to a beginning? At the same stroke that they are graduating from university, I am graduating from Europe. And come this summer, at the moment our baby girl will be married, Grandson Number Two (of Son Number Two) arrives.
But before embarking on another voyage of Discovery and Newness…I need Home: quiet, gentle, normal Home…where my backyard forest is ever-green and my Constant Honey and I sit still in our favorite chairs.
Mona’s Musings with a Hint of Romance will continue with reflections on the places we have been and the places we will yet visit as well as romance at home sweet home. In addition to sharing our own marriage, I will introduce you to other relationships I admire for their vitality, authentic quality, and genuine commitment. As always, my hope is that Romantic Readers will find heart, hope, and help in these representations of the best kind of loving on earth.
Where we are now: Washington State in the United States of America.
Hint of Romance
Homespun romance is the most beautiful of all.