I don’t need any one thing but one friend likes to remind me through small gifts, a little toy car, a keychain with an Eiffel Tower on it, that she thinks I need to travel. It’s a somersault she needed to tumble out of her parents’ upper-class shadow boxed existence and into a real life. I am not so sure I need the mental gymnastics but the tiny traveling circus is going to Europe and I am invited along. I have faint dreams of being an aerialist, but I’ll probably be watering the elephants and I don’t mind taking care of the earth while watching the stars.

I’ll be back in a week. I’ll try not to miss this.