Viaggiare è Vivere- NOT!
The translation of the Italian above is "to travel is to live"...I am finding fault in that concept, even as my friends tease me with their journeys.
"As I sit under rose-colored lights in 50...I dream I see you bellydancing in front of me..." read the postcard with Buckingham Palace on the front. This bit of poetry was from my ex-boyfriend and birthday pal Diggi. I was fit when we were together; he used to encourage me to eat nude. He practiced celibacy with me, then became bored after our unexpected break up, and threw himself back into fornication like some fevered dervish. Diggi has finally finished Law School and is 'doing the tour'. LIBRAS! Why do our families allow us to wander as we do? His next stop will not be Paris but Brest, then Toulouse (I had a good chuckle at his itinerary and even emailed him my naughty observations of his subconscious Libertinage! For those not familiar with the tongue, these cities are pronounced (breast) and (too loose)M.~). He asked me when was the last time I travelled outside the States when he emailed me back then prematurely cut me off with "Nevermind! It was Vancouver with moi". Wanker! I DID have more fun traveling when I was unemployed, much to the displeasure of my now ex-BF...ha!
While he enjoys his tour of foreign STDs (that was mean!), my new BFF T. is enjoying the hospitality of her native land. I keep promising her I will go one day...then I read about internal strife and massacres and I think 'is that on HER island (Sumatra)?!' and scare myself out of renewing my passport. As things are going presently, one could apply now and not receive it until you received your 2009 income tax return. She emails me pictures and flickr posts and I wonder if my current beau and I will ever travel outside of the Union together ever again. Work, work, work! But in a way....this is bliss.
I missed all the workaday, planted-foot living that my settled friends and their loved ones experienced. I enjoyed my travels, but there IS something more to life...steadiness. That turtle slowly rears his head and smiles as I find joy in banality. Cozying up with my sweetie on the couch watching Netflicks films on our one day off, or taking in only water for twenty-four hours before Junkanoo in order to rock out in the streets in nothing more than a bikini and a sarong? EWindow-shopping PaulStuart.com and finding THE perfect pair of leather and knit gloves to buy for my vintage grey wool London Fog or buying one KA! halter a week from Bal Harbour and SoBe boutiques on a Blockbuster paycheck budget, in order to show off my tan? Ahh! I'm afraid the old M.~ is waving good morrow...Look at her!: extensions down to her tattoo over the perfect layered cut....brushed platinum hoops and candy-colored lips...lashes out to there (they're hers) and french tips...crotch-riders and body jewelry attached to a waist chain! Pretty poison isn't she?
My sweetie never knew her...he only knows the proper lady that sits next to him in church. I don't think she would have bothered him so much...but unless he was willing to travel, she would NOT have dated him!
As I sit in my boyfriends computer room in his oversized slippers, waiting for him to finish the spaghetti meal so we can dine...one feels sorry for all my gypsy friends who are missing out on calm.
"As I sit under rose-colored lights in 50...I dream I see you bellydancing in front of me..." read the postcard with Buckingham Palace on the front. This bit of poetry was from my ex-boyfriend and birthday pal Diggi. I was fit when we were together; he used to encourage me to eat nude. He practiced celibacy with me, then became bored after our unexpected break up, and threw himself back into fornication like some fevered dervish. Diggi has finally finished Law School and is 'doing the tour'. LIBRAS! Why do our families allow us to wander as we do? His next stop will not be Paris but Brest, then Toulouse (I had a good chuckle at his itinerary and even emailed him my naughty observations of his subconscious Libertinage! For those not familiar with the tongue, these cities are pronounced (breast) and (too loose)M.~). He asked me when was the last time I travelled outside the States when he emailed me back then prematurely cut me off with "Nevermind! It was Vancouver with moi". Wanker! I DID have more fun traveling when I was unemployed, much to the displeasure of my now ex-BF...ha!
While he enjoys his tour of foreign STDs (that was mean!), my new BFF T. is enjoying the hospitality of her native land. I keep promising her I will go one day...then I read about internal strife and massacres and I think 'is that on HER island (Sumatra)?!' and scare myself out of renewing my passport. As things are going presently, one could apply now and not receive it until you received your 2009 income tax return. She emails me pictures and flickr posts and I wonder if my current beau and I will ever travel outside of the Union together ever again. Work, work, work! But in a way....this is bliss.
I missed all the workaday, planted-foot living that my settled friends and their loved ones experienced. I enjoyed my travels, but there IS something more to life...steadiness. That turtle slowly rears his head and smiles as I find joy in banality. Cozying up with my sweetie on the couch watching Netflicks films on our one day off, or taking in only water for twenty-four hours before Junkanoo in order to rock out in the streets in nothing more than a bikini and a sarong? EWindow-shopping PaulStuart.com and finding THE perfect pair of leather and knit gloves to buy for my vintage grey wool London Fog or buying one KA! halter a week from Bal Harbour and SoBe boutiques on a Blockbuster paycheck budget, in order to show off my tan? Ahh! I'm afraid the old M.~ is waving good morrow...Look at her!: extensions down to her tattoo over the perfect layered cut....brushed platinum hoops and candy-colored lips...lashes out to there (they're hers) and french tips...crotch-riders and body jewelry attached to a waist chain! Pretty poison isn't she?
My sweetie never knew her...he only knows the proper lady that sits next to him in church. I don't think she would have bothered him so much...but unless he was willing to travel, she would NOT have dated him!
As I sit in my boyfriends computer room in his oversized slippers, waiting for him to finish the spaghetti meal so we can dine...one feels sorry for all my gypsy friends who are missing out on calm.
Labels: Bliss in a Sedentary Life, Ex-Jetsetters
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