Dear Mum,
So much has happened since I last saw you. It was back in February: you were in the sunroom surrounded by homegrown summer roses. Something I said amused you. I asked you why you were smiling and you said ‘Stop asking me how I am.’
How annoying of me. How typical of you. The most humble, most deserving and least demanding of women. It’s been a long five months since then.
Somewhere along the way my mojo went missing. I knew I had to make some changes so I booked a place in a week-long writers retreat. In Paris. That seemed to do the trick – enough of my old blind optimism returned to convince me that everything else would fall into place.
Friends offered me a place to stay in Burgundy for two months. But why stay for two months when I can stay for 90 days without having to apply for a visa? So I am.
You’ll be pleased to hear I’ve reconnected with an old flame, one you wrote about in your journal with great fondness. I’d forgotten how kind he was to you the first time round: that connection has taken on an extraordinary significance for me.
So that’s two changes. There’s just one more. I bought an apartment Mum.
Stop laughing. Not quite such a laughing matter when you sign a contract five days before leaving the country for three months. And your lawyer finds a major problem with the contract when you’re somewhere over Western Australia. And solves it somewhere over the desert sands of Dubai.
I have handed over the execution of both sale and purchase to a band of volunteers in Australia to whom I will be forever grateful. Then buggered off to Paris.
And since you’ve always been my favourite correspondent, you’re the one I’ll be writing to. So strap yourself in mama…
So lovely to be writing to your mum, Liz. A letter that sings with the joy of sharing this with someone you love. I as a reader look forward to reading more of your letters.
I just love your writing! Looking forward to reading more of this latest adventure of yours.
I look forward to reading these, Elizabeth!
Will get me and the rest of your fans through the Long Bleak Melbourne Winter
Thank you Helena. She’s with me over here, encouraging me every step of the way.
Be careful what you wish for Carol! I tend to wax lyrical about my beloved France.
It might take more than that to get you through Erica. It’s been positively arctic. But I’ll do my best.
Your ‘letters’ are always such a joy to read, thank you for sharing your thoughts here. So happy for you Liz; 90 days of fun … have a pastry and some bubbles for me xxx
I may have done already Sarah – but happy to do so again for you!