It was quite a lesson to eventually get to travel to Paris in my earlier twenties only to realize that the trip in and of itself does not necessarily make our challenges back home disappear. During my trip I did not automatically turn into the sophisticated wordly woman Iwould have liked. Literally upon my return at JFK Airport the airport I had the same trouble as an African-American woman in hailing a cab that I did when I departed and it shocked me that somehow my time in Paris did not somehow assist me in transcending the challenges of the American racial dynamic. I am closer to realizing the life I have envisioned for myself, but I think is the sense of yearning this song evokes that reminds me to have compassion for that awkward, daydreaming girl who had a bigger vision for her life than people and circumstances I was surrounded with had for me.

Wow, I did not know I would remotely go here today…Again, I thank you for this opportunity to reflect on the progression of life and how it does teach us over time….

You might like the Valse d’Amelie by Liz Story, also.

I was very moved by the entry about you and your stepson. Thanks.