I Dream, Therefore I Exist.

(above quote by August Strindberg, A Madman's Defense)

Today my mother goes to Paris. No, scratch that: she's already there (she had just texted). And here I am, stuck at home, suffering from boredom. Wish I went with her.

Unfortunately that couldn't be. My mother will be in Europe for a month, staying with her brother in Amsterdam. Lucky her. She'll be travelling in Europe! If only it was summer, if only it wasn't too costly... I might be there myself.

Anyway, no time for wishful thinking. It's good for mama that she's having a long vacation. No pesky little kids and whiny daughters. It's a break, and she'll come back grinning from ear to ear, with some souvenirs, pasalubong, and lots of photos.

One day I'm going there too. One day I'll be travelling all over the world. One day I'll be in Paris. One day, one day.

Why Paris? Well, it's on my top 100 places to visit before I die. I just love everything French, and Paris is somehow the place where people go to and dreams come true. In movies and books, that is. Is it the same in real life?

Wishful, wishful thinking. Dreams. All dreams. A girl can dream. But she'll have to work hard for that. Right?

To self: "Nothing happens unless first we dream."(Carl Sandburg)

To mama (who's probably having the time of her life there):

We miss you! Love, your whiny daughters.