tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660113357852150906.post2107061468811958131..comments2013-08-18T10:40:24.739-07:00Comments on Eliza Twichell: The Burial of a SaintElizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05638684540311004286noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660113357852150906.post-37744331201796140802010-11-11T18:10:43.913-08:002010-11-11T18:10:43.913-08:00It is interesting because you are in a different p...It is interesting because you are in a different place from me - I think I'm learning that there's no place like home (after yearning for Italy for YEARS) while you may be ready to venture beyond - but maybe we are both coming around to trying to figure out what we really want, without the bonds of shoulds that have been such a significant part of life over the past three decades. XXOO LeaLeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14658809113061483872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660113357852150906.post-80914176306583884322010-11-11T11:42:31.411-08:002010-11-11T11:42:31.411-08:00As one of your postcards to me pointed out, Oscar ...As one of your postcards to me pointed out, Oscar Wilde's last words were "either the wallpaper goes, or I go." It's not that nothing is serious, but no matter what you do, it comes to the same end. To quote old Oscar again, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." I don't know what's braver, believing life can open up in the place you already know backwards and upside down or trying to fulfill a lifelong wish to be in the Southwest. But either way, you are not staying put. xxxtrouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14468977018445571295noreply@blogger.com