I’m starting to think of Bordeaux as my second home. After all, it’s where my best friend lives. You would think best friends look alike, think alike, act alike. But noooo. She’s curvaceous, I’m flat. She’s practical, I’m romantic. She acts mature, my kids are still reminding me to act my age. She’s from the Old World, and I’m from the New World. We are not alike, yet we’re best friends. She and I are as different as Medoc and Napa wines. Haha! I love the metaphor and analogy!

I’m entertaining the idea of taking off and residing in Bordeaux for a few months. Ever since high school, I wanted to try life in some small town in Europe. Bordeaux will be the base, while we lang-thang. Why do humans settle in one place? Animals don’t do that. I think the job is one big reason. Another reason is we feel more comfortable being in a familiar environment.  And we let life throw anglers at us; we fall in love, we have kids, kids going to school, parents are old and need you to stand by, we make friends, we grow roots, we try to build some permanency in this uncertain and transient life.

How can I get out of this trap that seems to be the goal of life of so many? I listen to my kids building their future, having job, a a family, a house; and it’s a wonder that the same dream is shared by everyone of every race and social echelon and educational background.