No Taking For Granted: Note To Self
Do we take the small and large of life for granted"
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Do we take the small and large of life for granted"
I like to think I don’t, but I do and I have.
It’s not intentional and if anything the last year has taught me to open my eyes wide, to observe and to remember. I say remember because forgetting is just about as bad as taking for granted. I took for granted, not always but sometimes, my ability to flit into Europe on a whim. Paris tomorrow" No problem. Simply jump on the train and fast forward 2h 15mins and there is Gare du Nord. So, so easy. Prices were agreeable with a whim and even better with some planning. One of the joys and the spoiling features of living in London is the proximity to Europe, whether it’s a train journey to Paris or a quick 90-minute flight to Italy. I am missing this luxury.
You never know what you had until it’s gone has never been truer. I doubt travel will be easy for some time and I am sure there will be all sorts of new rules and regulations for moving about.
Thinking about Paris reminded me of the French pharmacy. The French pharmacy is one of life’s truly great pleasures. It’s an Aladdin’s Cave and a treasure trove for all that we women love. The spring jumps into the step when walking towards the giant green cross, entering those magical doors and picking up one of the little baskets. I have a ...
The post No Taking For Granted: Note To Self appeared first on Vicki Archer.
Do we take the small and large of life for granted"
I like to think I don’t, but I do and I have.
It’s not intentional and if anything the last year has taught me to open my eyes wide, to observe and to remember. I say remember because forgetting is just about as bad as taking for granted. I took for granted, not always but sometimes, my ability to flit into Europe on a whim. Paris tomorrow" No problem. Simply jump on the train and fast forward 2h 15mins and there is Gare du Nord. So, so easy. Prices were agreeable with a whim and even better with some planning. One of the joys and the spoiling features of living in London is the proximity to Europe, whether it’s a train journey to Paris or a quick 90-minute flight to Italy. I am missing this luxury.
You never know what you had until it’s gone has never been truer. I doubt travel will be easy for some time and I am sure there will be all sorts of new rules and regulations for moving about.
Thinking about Paris reminded me of the French pharmacy. The French pharmacy is one of life’s truly great pleasures. It’s an Aladdin’s Cave and a treasure trove for all that we women love. The spring jumps into the step when walking towards the giant green cross, entering those magical doors and picking up one of the little baskets. I have a ...
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