I am ending the year with not a lot of visible work, but that’s OK.

Having gotten a divorce after 27 years of marriage has left me a little discombobulated, and has resulted in a few moves. Moving easily sucks a year out of your life. But at last I am settled in a home that I love, in a neighborhood I love. It’s an older home, full of projects that have sucked up a lot of time and money, but here I am, happy to be in all its forms.

Old World Charm reminds me of when I was a little girl. A friend’s mother was helping us with a social studies project. She had gone to a travel agent and brought us a bunch of pamphlets and brochures about travel to Europe. I could not get enough of them. To me, Europe must be full of old marble busts, street vendors with buckets of flowers, and rich people in real leather boots surrounded by antiquities. It all seemed so dreamy and wonderful. I figured it out later on, but I still appreciate the fantasy.