Saturday, July 31, 2010
So, I've been home for a little over a week, and I'm beginning to understand what people mean when they say you can't go home. It's odd - but I suppose home is more a state of mind. I've unpacked my boxes so gingerly - less than a week ago I went through all my belongings, selecting just a few things.
I took photos of all the things I couldn't take, and now they're my little souvenirs:
Some of the toughest things to part with were my coats. So I photographed them all, as a sort of farewell:
This was my first nice wool coat, so well-worn that the pockets were threadbare and mended multiple times with whatever thread was on hand. I always felt pretty in this coat. Coats, in NY, are like your second skin, and part of me was sad when winter ended, because I had to shed this lovely layer.
This brown wool coat never suited me so well, but I loved it. It was the last one in the local H&M, and a blonde was staring me down for it. Maybe the added level of drama in its purchase gave it an additional charm...
This plaid wool coat was a totally unnecessary purchase - in fact I think I bought it because I fell in love with the lining. It never looked so nice on me, but it was cozy and made me feel anonymous and comfortable in a very unruly epoch of my life (last year).
It is so odd settling into a new space, and realizing all your worldly possessions fit easily inside 7-8 small boxes and 3 suitcases. It feels very freeing, but you feel also set adrift, or like you just survived a fire.
But, all of these considerations fade into the background when I see a sky like this:
Or, little houses like this:
Or, pan dulce like this:
I'm set adrift, but in a very, very lovely sea.
Checking in will be patchy until I get settled. I feel overwhelmed, excited, happy. Hope all is well with you guys!!! :)