I don't know what I'm doing - it's Easter Sunday and I'm sitting at the Paris airport a million miles from home. I'm exhausted and I still have another flight to Florence Italy. You know I should be thrilled that I'm traveling the world by I'm not - I believe I'm trying to convince myself that I have a life. The bottom line is I don't have anyone to share this with - so I sit here at a table drinking an Americano and feeling like I could pass out at any second (not good). What in the F am I doing here in the middle of all these strangers who don't even speak the same language - the only conclusion is I've gone insane. The whole world looks surreal and did I mention how tired I am. This probably wasn't a good idea and probably not the solution to my life long loneliness issues. Last night before I left I texted the only person I thought would be interested in my little journey - well that was 24 hours ago and nada from my pal (words can't descibe how much this put me into the hey I'm dead zone). Funny thing - I don't want to be here and I don't want to be home either - I got no place to go. Anyway, have a nice Easter and I hope you got somebody to share a piece of ham and some pie with (did I ever do this?)