Next Monday the movers are coming, they will empty our house and put our things on their way to Wisconsin. We will fly a few weeks later. We will have spent 3 years in Lamorlaye, France. I wanted to declutter as much as possible but time is ticking, and it is more fun to meet friends, drink wine and eat pains au chocolat, baguettes, fromage … I feel like I have disappointed Marie Kondo.
In the garden we had a rose. Plants that survive me deserve special attention. I am really bad at gardening. My father would have liked it.
I went to Paris, walked for hours around the city, stopped at WMSmith, and had lunch with a friend at Les Tuilleries. It is hard to say goodbye. It was grey, it rained, still beautiful.
I am excited that I am going to start working with a coach. Automattic gives me that chance and I am planning to make the most out of it. Moving to another country is an opportunity to reflect, change and grow.
I have been reading Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I really liked the first 300 pages, learning about the pioneers, the Homestead Act and all the miseries. I am now getting a bit bored of the mother-daughter relationship and mixing it with Pachinko, that I am loving. I am liking better the Korean family saga than the American one. There is danger in that, we are not in the US yet and I am already thinking about other places… This time I plan to fight the itch.
And a song from the latest album of Arctic Monkeys:
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