Think of something else to say. Something that I think will be better.

And in doing that, all I can think about — even more — is what I’ve been thinking about for the past two hours.

La France.

My heart and my mind have been here:

And here:

I could go on, we all know that, but I’m afraid too much more and I shall be pained.

Particularly by the fact that I think I’m wearing the exact same thing in every picture. Every single one, People.

Look, I can’t help it. When I travel I re-wear. I know what works, and work with it. Who am I kidding? I might be known to do this on a daily basis as well.

Sometimes I need to be reminded and relive my beautiful travel moments. The ones where I look up at the heavens in pure, absolute amazement that this life of mine is real.

It helps. In so many different areas — to refocus, to get excited and in this case, to not think of all the thousands of things I have to do to move and all the coming work to be had and done.

Let’s be in blissful denial together. And dream of France and more trips and more of those heart stopping, “is this really happening to me?!” moments.

That’s what I’m going for in 2013.