Packing boxes…
Separating substance
From superficial,
Measuring
All that matters
In the memory
Against
All that clutters
In the closet,
And France is calling…
Attends!
Packing boxes…
Selling superfluous
And saving sentiments,
Tittering
At trousers
Thought to be trendy
And fretting
At photos
Of faces forgotten,
And France is calling…
Attends!
Packing boxes…
Putting pressure
On the present,
Grateful
If the greener grass
Can be gainful
While worrying
If the words
Will return,
And France is calling…
Attends!
Packing boxes…
Filing fears
Into folders,
Singing
And skipping
And sighing and shaking,
Threading
The tracks
To tomorrow,
And France is calling…
J’arrive!
Damien B. Donnelly 
I had that feeling too 🙂
Glad I’m not the only one. Busy selling a home, packing the memories and cutting all ties with Amsterdam in search of what I left in Paris- dreaming it was easier than the day to day practicality! Hope you are well
It usually is! Following a dream to Paris is a wonderful experience. Maybe because even if you don’t find what you were looking for, you find a lot of other things instead. Hope it all goes well 🙂