A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that its too bad I have this obsessive Francophilia, because I'm much too easy to make fun of. Its harder to make fun of someone with an obsession with say, Indonesia. Its easy to laugh at someone with a Master's Degree in Art History, specializing in 15th century tapestries, rather than someone with a Computer Science degree who loves hiking. I think I'm perceived as affected, or snobbish. I don't think people understand how deeply it runs. I've been like this for as long as I can remember, and wow it burns like a flame.
This vista does not do much for me:
Its always been this way for me, even when I was a kid in Hawaii, living on the beach. It feels inexplicable. I feel like I was born on the wrong side of the Atlantic. I have talked with others who have had that same feeling; Margy, Ann, Jaime, Alison. So why and how does this occur? My life would be easier if I gravitated toward this:
No one would laugh. But when I want this on my walls:
I hear, "Oh that's cute." Its not that I'm trying to be cute, or because I'm a snob. Its because I can't seem to assimilate into Utah culture, no matter how long I live here. My favorite places in the state? Gourmands in SLC:
The King's English:
And I am so grateful for these places, because if it were all this:
I would have an even harder time. I am no pioneer - I ache for the old world.