Fairyland

"Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?"
-Mary Poppins, P.L. Travers

I am spending my days consuming lavender tea, cake, and P.L.Travers. I have also been illustrating, translating, and packing. Things feel like they are moving so slowly, but maybe that's just the hours I spend in a lulling manner. It happens to me every year around this time, just while I'm under the impression that I have to work hard at something again because fall is coming, I get a certain wanderlust in my soul.

One summer, I am going to go.
I'll go somewhere, anywhere, and I'll find my fairyland.

I've always dreamed of going on an adventure, and then wrapping up a parcel to send back to my home while I'm still that somewhere else. And then when I was finished and arrived at home, I would pick it up and open it and remember.
I think that it would be one of the most incredible things to tear the paper off a package and pull the wonderful things + flowers out of it and smell the smells that I had only a short time before and reassure myself that it had been real. I had been there. I had gone.

Maybe my next summer will be dedicated to fairyland searching.