Snow Day

I think I have spring fever. It seems ridiculous to write this on yet another snowy day but I have all the symptoms—extreme restlessness, a yearning for warmth and sunshine, an itch to get on a plane and be anywhere but here trapped in my house and, even worse, my head.

I keep coming up with travel plans for the spring. Maybe I’ll go to Copenhagen or London. Haven’t been to Spain in years. How would I feel about going to Rome again this time by myself. I read the travel section of the NYTimes this past Sunday and thought Borneo sounded like a good idea. I’m free to do anything I want, go anywhere in the world, but I don’t feel liberated, I just feel anxious.

Maybe it’s because I’m not going to Italy this spring. I decided I couldn’t face being in the house without Steve. I think I made the right decision. I know I couldn’t be there alone but it I still feel uneasy about it. What was that man thinking—renting the house for 5 years. Such certainty that he would live forever. Maybe he was struck down for overreaching, punished for his hubris.