In case you've been wondering about my lengthy absence from this space, I've been out testing the hypothesis that one needs at least six months to recover from a major transition like an international move. I ran a controlled experiment, tested on myself and my little family of four. We repeat and compare results every 2 to 3 years. We observe multiple factors, and I have once again reached that conclusion that yes, living a nomadic life abroad requires at least 6 months of adjustment time when settling into a new country before one begins to feel "normal" again. If it's a place where you don't speak the language and the locals don't speak yours, bless you for trying.
Almost six months to the day, my crafting mojo returned (if you don't craft, just skip this paragraph entirely). I hadn't wanted to knit for longer than I could remember. I tried a few times to knit by rote, to feel the wool in my hands and to create something lovely…but my heart wasn't in it and each project was quickly returned to its bag. A few months ago, I found and started to regularly attend a knitting group at a wonderful yarn shop here in Paris, but I only knit when I was there and even then, I knitted only a row or two while I listened and chatted. Then, just a couple of weeks ago, boom! It was back! I finished two projects in three days. Tempted to add to my stash (Aimee, why do you stock so much pretty?), I started to dig in my closet and discovered even more UFOs (that's unfinished objects for you sane non-knitters), and I wanted to finish those too! I carted a half-finished child's sweater along to the knitting group last week, only to have everyone question my sanity, knitting with chunky thick wool during another hideous heatwave (oh Paris, you don't do heat well). They were right, of course, so I bought a new skein of thick chunky wool to knit a cowl for my big girl and cast on for that over the weekend. Hey, I never said knitters make logical decisions.
As soon as my crafting mojo returned, I became hyper-aware of my lag in communications across the board. Normally, I try not to miss sending birthday and anniversary cards, but I realised I haven't done so in many months--including, I'm ashamed to say, close family. Oh dear. I'm not sure many of our friends and family even have our new address. I don't actually know our landline phone number. Remedy, remedy, remedy. I'm considering sending out Christmas in July cards to get everyone in one fell swoop.
Which brings me to this blog. Hello! I've missed you too! Over the past months, I've been taking pictures on my phone and sharing many of them on Instagram if you'd like to see. I would like to return to this space and resurrect the joy of the big camera too. In the meantime, we'll be soaking up summer and enjoying the freedom from scheduling that I'm sure helped make my return to normalcy possible. I hope you've been well! Thanks for checking in!