BY LORI SENDER
NEWJERSEYNEWSROOM.COM
THE MAYBE CHRONICLES
I know in the current economic climate this may sound rather frothy, not to mention irremediably yuppy, but here goes: I want to go to Paris.
Let me restate this: I want to go to Paris!
I’ve wanted to go since, well, age 20, when one after another college friend returned with conversational French dripping off their tongues. But now I’m a wife, a mom, a stepmom with the prodigal stepson to cook for, not to mention neck-deep in a Sisyphean pharmacy internship which so far has taken over three years. I can’t go. Not now. Not this year with the Bar Mitzvah coming up, with braces for my son (so yuppy). The usual, on and on. Paris is out. Not in 2011. Not 2012.
And yet, my stepson Matt is 31, old enough to cook for the 12-year-old. Not to mention keep an eye on him, not a problem since they're forever playing Xbox in the basement, laughing at "Seinfeld" reruns. Our relationship is mostly one of sounds-drifting-up-to -the-kitchen variety.
