Envy

The kind of people I always envied are the ones like the characters in a novel I’m reading who go on a drive to a neighboring country (in our context, it would be another state) to look for a French translation of a book to compare it to the English and Spanish translations they already have. I have the desire and the resources but I never had this kind of mobility, not once. 

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9 thoughts on “Envy”

    1. I have the money to go where I want but I have to pick up Klara from daycare by 4 pm every day. And before I had her, there were always obligations that kept me in place. It would require so much planning and strategizing to go anywhere for a few days that it’s easier not to.

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      1. Damn, it really sounds (from this post and others) that you need a break. And…I’m sure N needs one too, and I know his hours are longer than yours, but let him take care of Klara for a weekend and go do your stuff. It doesn’t matter that it won’t be exactly the same as what you dream the beautiful people are doing, but having at least a weekend now and then when you’re not randomly needed is necessary

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        1. I have something even better in mind. I’m going to the Dominican Republic for a conference soon. Three whole days without the monkey. I won’t even know what to do with myself.

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  1. This suddenly sounds very familiar and very american to me. You wanted a period in your life where you could suspend your problems for a moment and they’d stay there, without growing, until you got back? Is that the appeal of a going on a drive?

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