it takes a city

It fascinates me, how different our stories will be. I chose this cross-cultural life that she inherited. I wonder what kind of marks a place leaves on a person, if the rural-ness of my upbringing forever differentiates me in some way. I wonder if Clara, too, will crave to make a home somewhere far away, or if she'll feel right at home where she is. 

in praise of a boring life

"In relation to my blog, I suppose I've had a bit of an identity crisis. My vision of stories included visiting exotic cities, meeting strangers, strolling world markets, sleeping in shabby hostels, and cultivating a fearless spirit. This can't exist anymore. Is there nothing to say? Have the rhythms of domesticity killed all wonder? Should I put my laptop on the shelf and hide my notebooks?"

hunting season: on finding an apartment in lyon

I shouldn't even be writing this. I have work to do. Less than two weeks ago, we packed a car-full of belongings and came to Lyon for Victor's new job at Corning: the latest development in a year where the only constant is change. Our things are now scattered around three different lodgings on two continents, …

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