Gypsy Soul
Posted on 25. Jan, 2009 by Deb in On a Jet Plane, The Girl
I am feeling the longings of my gypsy soul more the last few days than I have in awhile. Despite the quick trip to El Paso last weekend, I haven’t really traveled anywhere since late December. I am feeling a little stir-crazy, despite the fact that I have been out and about…and despite the fact that I have been playing golf.
I think a part of me is missing DC. For three years, I was in DC at least once a month – and then this past year, I was basically living there. When I was traveling to several different cities on a regular basis, no matter how much I loved visiting them, my soul always felt comfort upon landing at DCA. I am scheduled to go back there for sure the end of February, but I don’t know if that is soon enough for me. I miss the little things that a lot of folks might not understand – like having coffee and reading the Washington Post (I can’t get the print version here in Texas), walking down to Teaism for french toast or salty-oat cookies and some tea, sitting at the Navy Memorial watching the people and the birds, walking through Arlington National Cemetery and leaving flowers on a few special graves, and sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial under the moonlight.
I’ve also been thinking about going to New Orleans. I don’t want to deal with the Mardi Gras crowds or craziness, but I would like to sit in the gardens at Jackson Square, eat Eggs Hussard at Brennan’s, stroll through the art galleries on Royal street, have my Tarot cards read and drink Cafe au Lait at Cafe du Monde.
Or maybe a new city, where I can explore and find new places to loiter and dream and write and think.
That lust for exploring is what my soul found and needs on occasion to feed it properly. I don’t think that is happening here, in Arlington, Texas for me. And I just don’t know if I can wait another full month before that happens.