when will i see you again?

I took my beloved green backpack to the LLBean store in Mansfield this afternoon to be repaired. It didn't go to the mothership in Freeport, Maine since I was told over the phone that I could go to a retail store, and they would send it to Freeport to be repaired. I turned down the free bag, and I cited my call to the Call Center this morning regarding the repair.
It was really hard handing over my bag. I may not again see the scruffy backpack that has accompanied me to every foreign country I've visited. It was hard to part with the Qantas luggage tags from my flight to Sydney, or the valet tags from the Fairmont Chicago. Just this morning I pulled out a 10 year old ticket for the Rennes Star bus from my term abroad.
I filled out the makeshift information form, and I'm curiously awaiting confirmation that it will be repaired in Maine. Fingers crossed. T-minus 13 days to France.

Return to France

I'm heading back to the land of crepes and nutella for breakfast! the land of moules-frites, steak-frites, and just frites. It's my return to Paris, to Rennes, and Mont St. Michel, my most favorite spot in France. I'm leaving on a jet plane in January...not the most ideal time for frolicking on the banks of the Seine, but still it's away from North America, and away from home. A few days away from the madness of everyday life as an archivist.
I'm most looking forward to returning to Paris, and seeing everything that I missed the last time. I'm a step above being a naive backpacker, and definitely a few flights from the Ritz. I'm making lots of lists, of all the things I want to squeeze in...how can I resist being a master planner?
The Eiffel Tower at night, Sacre-Coeur, a return visit to the Musee d'Orsay. All on the list. Et bien sur, a return visit to Rennes.
Just have to get the backpack fixed...need an emergency trip to Freeport
Too much to think about....ahh....