Moving House
As you may have gathered, I had a semi-nomadic childhood. We typically moved at least every two years and spent most summers abroad in some combination of Malaysia or China. And before we ask, we are not a military family at all. (Have I written this before? I think so. HA!)
This is all to say that at the moment I am the midst of moving house yet again — but this time it is just about 4 big NYC blocks from my current location in Geneva.
I love almost everything that comes with moving into a new place — organizing, throwing out things that no longer have a use, donating clothing that I no longer need, etc. (Things I don’t love: physically carrying a small elephant’s weight in books and magazines).
Our new place is nearly 3 times the size of our current place too — and I am SO looking forward to having empty spaces around me. In all things I think it is necessary to have a place where not only you can rest, but where your eyes can rest as well. Empty spaces give you a sense of breathing — and we could all use some more of that.
Our new place also has a large dining room, so for those of you either in the Geneva area or visiting the Geneva area, an open invitation for dinner at my new place.