One year . . .
We sold our home, I sold a business, I became a silent partner in a second business, gave birth to a second child, and then we moved to Europe. Germany. Twelve months and more than a decade of ruminating. We arrived in Europe August 2011 and by the second day I began my mental list of things I wanted to write about. Yes, I am a list person. Bullet points, outlines and generally organized – my personal fall back whenever I’m presented with an intense situation. In no particular sequence here is a portion of the list . . .
4. Food and Beverage
5. Hair Salons
6. Ehrenfeld and Willaimsburg
7. Public transportation
8. Bicycle riding
9. Small spaces
We (my family and I) are living a design. My Dad loved life as an expat. The seed was planted early on. I took a short stint in London back in the 90’s and it was terrific. Albeit I was very lonely and did not yet have the life skills to make it really work for me. Besides I had just met my now husband and wanted to be with him more than anything, including being in London. So back to the states. It would be fifteen years before we figured out how to get back to Europe for an extended stay again. In the meantime I traveled a great deal and fell in love with the city of Koln, Germany. Fortunately my husband fell in love also. And the plan to move was hatched. But how? When? Could we really leave our families, NYC, work? So many questions and in the end it happened incredibly slowly until 2010 when it started happening fast.
I will write about how we did it, more deeply about why we did it and much about the details of actually living it. In the mean time the single most critical thing about who I am is how I took and continue to take the necessary luxury of time and hallucination (chemical free of course) to conceive my life. Necessary because I believe it is a fundamental impulse. Luxurious because not every person can execute and not every idea should be executed.
Take one minute, sixty seconds, right now and ask yourself what you dreamt about as a kid. It’s thinking about less, just a whole lot more. You don’t have to answer, but start asking. Just start asking.