Lost in Paris, The Loneliness

7 Am. In the train on my way to Paris.  I was supposed to leave last night but we got back too late from my sister’s house to catch my train.  So I had to get up first thing in the morning to catch this one which was late as usual.

I feel terrible…

I had an awful night.  I am not sure how many hours I actually slept since I clearly remember looking at the clock every hour, wondering why the time was going so slow and why it could not be time to get up.  But in a way it was … read more