Time is speeding up.
Have you every noticed how that happens when something good is coming to an end? Just when you’re in the midst of a wonderful experience, it’s over. It’s like when you’re three-quarters into a good book and you can’t put the book down, reading faster and faster to find out what happens and, at the same time, wanting to slow your reading knowing that each time you turn a page you are closer and closer to the end. That’s how I felt at the end of the 7th Harry Potter book. I couldn’t set the thing down but I knew once I finished, that was it. No more Harry.
In a few months, No more Paris.
At least not this way. Not this experience. Not the five of us. Here. On our adventure. Something we’ve wanted to do for so long. And now it’s almost over.
The clock has been moving quickly all year, clicking off the days and the weeks and the months making us feel like September was just yesterday. Which is was.
But the clock sped up on Monday as I hit the Purchase button for our airline tickets home.
We’ve had to talk about the logistics of it all because it’s a reality. But it’s not a subject any of us have joyfully embraced. Not yet, anyway. We have started to think more about what we can’t wait for. Go Lean Crunch with skim milk. My All-Clad cookware. A knife that actually cuts through something. A yard. Our bicycles. Silly things.
But we haven’t yet started talking about what we’ll miss. Because I think that’s when we’ll have to start counting backwards. How many more days of walking on our bridge. How many more Passy Passion baguettes? How many more stops to Al Taglio pizza? How many more times to sing a closing hymn at the Cathedral?
I asked Tom how he was feeling a few weeks ago and he answered, “Lost”.
I don’t blame him. This has always been the big adventure we could sit around and dream about. What is the next one? Do we need a next one? Can’t regular life be an adventure in-and-of itself? Of course it can. And it is. Every day. But we will need to time to process that and bring ourselves back to that new reality.
Until then, we have life to live. And our next few months include a family trip, a boys’ only trip, a week-long class trip, backstage passes to a hard-to-get concert, a romantic getaway, a church youth retreat. And that’s just the big stuff. We also have weekends like this one: two blank days ahead of us with sunshine already coming through the window. We hope the weekend includes the market, a run, the Notre Dame Bell Tower, Berthillon ice cream, a trip to a park and a hardly known Monet museum right down the street. Stay tuned.
Because it’s not over yet.