One last week before we fly home -- we take the train today to another city for an overnight visit, and then back here for a few days, Paris for a few more, and then we're outta here. I'll have been away for ten weeks, and those ten weeks followed the turmoil of moving from our island home of over twenty years into a small temporary home and finally, just two weeks before I left, into our new city condo. Now, as I imagine returning to that new space, I inevitably feel differently about going home than I have from previous travels.
3. Organising my new kitchen. Well, honestly, I'm both looking forward to and dreading this. The kitchen we left behind in June could have used a spice drawer revamp, but otherwise came very close to perfect (as a modest kitchen, that is, only one oven, electric range, but we're a family of pretty decent cooks and we managed very well). The new one, touted as a "chef's kitchen" in the real estate copy (no gas range?), is far from that, although we know the physical layout (a large island with a sink, as in the kitchen we loved) will work well. The storage is baffling, abysmal, according to my attempts to use it in the two weeks before I left, and shelf depths need to be adjusted, some hardware bought, some discarded, and some imagination brought to bear. I'm hoping my daughters and their partners will have some good suggestions and perhaps by the New Year we'll have a kitchen we can work with.
5. And Number 5? I sold my leather armchair back in May, and the matching leather hassock. I sold that view as well, I suppose, as part of the package. But we moved our leather love seats into a great little spot in front of a magnificent, if busy, often noisy, view of the city. And I saved one of the leather hassocks -- it might be a bit too big for the space, but until I'm sure, it's going to be there playing dual roles, coffee table and footstool both. I'm looking forward to drinking my tea there in the morning, before Paul wakes up. Not just a cup of tea. Tea in my favourite fine bone china mug, the one that holds at least ten ounces, and keeps those ounces really hot because of the china's thermal-preserving qualities, the one whose lip flares into just the right thinness to meet mine. I've had good tea from pretty mugs throughout these travels, but I'm looking forward to a simply perfect cuppa, all by myself in the morning, watching the light creep back into the city. My feet will be up on that hassock and I'll be reading a book. I expect I'll catch myself, in my contentment, occasionally thinking back to what we've been up to these last two months. I expect I'll even find myself thinking of Five Things I'll Miss Now That I'm Back Home. But that's for another post.
We're going to take in a yoga class this morning before heading to the train station. Our instructor coaxed me into another headstand on Wednesday, and I actually extended my legs into the air this time. Pretty exciting, I have to tell you, especially because I've got some anxieties around height and balance and being made fun of by a gym teacher. Plus isn't it cool to be learning new tricks at 63? Old dog, ha!
I missed saying Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends yesterday -- honestly, I came very close to missing one of my grands' birthdays this week as well -- I'd sent a card earlier, by mail, but the actual date almost got lost in our nine hours' difference, one of us sleeping or at school while the other was awake. I hope that you had a Peaceful, Happy Day to reflect on whatever you have to be grateful for in your life. And I hope you have lots of leftovers to see you through a restful weekend. Or, if busy and celebratory is your thing, may you have that all weekend as well. Personally, I'd give the whole Black Friday thing a miss if I were you, but if you're strong and determined and don't need a break from the onslaught of commercialism, etc., etc., go for it! In other words, Belated Happy Thanksgiving -- and a big Thanks to all of you for reading and commenting here all year.