the big difference…

view of nice from above

a view across nice that i'll never forget....

this is something that i wrote the week before leaving france. but  i never posted it.  i re-visited it tonight and realized that it doesn’t belong waiting, forgotten in my draft box. perhaps at the time i thought it wasn’t good enough? perhaps i thought that it showed my true emotions too much at a time when wearing my heart on my sleeve may leave me feeling too exposed?
well, i would like to share it with you now….because i miss france;  her scents, her colors, her beauty and for all those happy memories….this is one of many.
 
originally written in may 2009:

have you ever sold a car for 600 euros? well, we just did. and it was funny, stressful and bittersweet all at the same time.

packing, selling, buying, saving, dispensing. re-packing, leaving, arriving, flying, driving. hello, goodbye. see you soon, see you later. i miss you, sorry i missed it.

while waiting for our prospective buyer to show up, parked at a gas station on the promenade des anglais in nice, these words scrambled around in my head as if hopped up on too much caffeine.

with the wind from across the bay breezing across my face, these words form what seems to be a never-ending cycle of actions, emotions and things that i call life.

strange people scurry out of the woodwork, you know…..from all sorts of weird places when you sell a car, an actual working car, for $800.

“what shade of red?” “are the windows automatic?” “how many miles does it get..”

is that a joke? they had the funniest questions. it was comical, if you have any idea of the state of our car. we’ll miss that silly twingo, thank you for the memories.

packing, selling, buying, saving, dispensing. re-packing, leaving, arriving, flying, driving. hello, goodbye. see you soon, see you later. i miss you, sorry i missed it.

things come and things go. just like our twingo. now you have it, now you don’t.

what always comes and hopefully never goes…

are good memories.

if i had one penny for every good memory that i have stored away…perhaps i could be very rich.

some people cry when they get their hair cut; sell an old table; break a pretty vase.

i don’t.

it’s the people, the places, the ideas, the hope, happiness and adventure that matters most to me. the non-tangibles. the most precious ‘belongings’ i could ever own. and they don’t cost a thing.

to me, that is the big difference.

so as i start a new adventure i will keep in mind the people, the places and the amazing memories i have from this stop along the way.

packing, selling, buying, saving, dispensing. re-packing, leaving, arriving, flying, driving. hello, goodbye. see you soon, see you later. i miss you, sorry i missed it.

thank you, my friends, for helping to make a big difference in my life :-)

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3 thoughts on “the big difference…

  1. mom

    your writing is so beautiful…….
    i think it’s not learned…..but a gift.
    some have it, and some don’t.
    you have it!
    i could read you in novel form, and not tire of your words!

    Reply
  2. Carla

    Corey, what a beautiful and well written post!! You amaze and inspire me—can’t tell you how much joy I get from your thoughts.

    Reply
  3. sans map Post author

    golly, i think i’m blushing….thank you both for such kind words of encouragement, i truly appreciate it….ox c
    merci, merci, merci!

    Reply

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