May 02, 2006 08:16
Zoe is still not back. That puts a huge damper on my day, even though I've sucessfully avoided discussing it with all but two people outside of my family. No one else's either seen the last post or asked about her, probably for the best. Mom and Dad hold out hope that she's just off on an adventure and will come back in a few days. I don't think she know's how to find the house because she jumped off the deck (and that's a long way down) and because it was dark when she freaked out. I have so much hope that she is just out back, nervous and wanting to come back... its just a futile hope. She was such a nervous cat, it shouldn't be a surprise. But god, I loved her and it hurts to have her gone, even though she'd only been with me 6 months... I suppose I was preparing to let her go since I was leaving, but it's still not fair that she's lost or that she's not going to be here when i get back. *sigh*
As my last day in town, I'm going to spend my time packing and getting ready to go... I have a lot of space in the suitcases so far. I've got 50lbs/bag (which rules) but I'm trying to stay way under that if possible. I'm still taking 2 suitcases (although the clothes don't even fill one...) my backpack and a large 25" rolling one my grandmother got me. Paris is already very warm (around 70 every day, even in rain) but it looks like I'll definitely need a raincoat, the first week is promising rain. Thursday looks perfect though... a good day to fly in and begin explorations. I'm optimistic, but nervous at the same time, it's a long time and a long ways away. On the other hand, it's Paris.
zoe,
paris