While I was sitting at a cafe across from the promenade today, I wondered, “Nice, how did I end up here?
My life is so much different than I ever imagined it could be. As a child, I daydreamed about “faraway places.” My mother would be shocked … aghast that I am alone …. proud.
I’m thinking of my mother today. Bonnie.
When Bonnie was my age, everyone knew where they could find her— in her garden. After a long career as a hospital administrator and nurse anesthetist, she loved her flowers. Tired from working long hours, she lived for digging in the dirt and moving shrubbery. Bonnie had no interest in venturing too far away from home.
My children know they can find me, yet they never know exactly where I am. I could be in Uzès taking a nap. Or, I might be photographing a sunset from a hillside in France or Spain.
Nice, How Did I End Up Here?
What would Bonnie think of Nice? She never had a chance to travel. In her long lifetime, her most exciting adventure was to visit me in the winter in Minnesota. She’d never seen so much snow … or been so cold.
I imagine Bonnie would have liked Nice. Although her happiness would be have been marred because of her untreated depression. She never felt worthy.
Thinking of Bonnie sitting here in the sunshine, along the beautiful and calm Côte d’Azur.
I feel worthy.