The original plan for re-patriating included a stop in Arizona (the children’s home state), a visit to Utah (my home state) and then the arrival to Missouri (the new home state). We departed The Netherlands on 15 June and scheduled the travel to land us at our new place 15 July. As it is with all best laid plans, that’s just not how it happened.
Instead we scrapped plan A in lieu of plan B and after a week in Arizona, recovering from jet lag, getting acquainted with the sun and spending time with old friends, we boarded a plane for St. Louis. That’s where you’ll find me now. St. Louis, MO.
It all feels rather surreal still.
So, as a cat lands on her feet, I have been on mine for the better part of this month taking on and making up projects to make this new house our home.
I’ll share some pictures if you like:
I’ve had help. Lots of it. Some of it willing and able in the form of my Dad who drove up from Texas to act as foreman to all projects. (My dad is an absolute star!). My darling husband and his unsuspecting brother lay a new kitchen floor over the 4th of July weekend. And the kids, of course, have had their hands in plaster, their fingers in paint, and their toes doused in grout.
As for me, I couldn’t be more pleased. Not just with the outcome but with the complex project as a whole. I am reminded of essays I’ve read and studies I have seen on the power of color. As a reflection or an indication of who we are and what we are made of, color has a tremendous impact on our psyche. The palette of calm and zest we are applying here to the places and spaces in our house makes me aware that this is where we will rest. This is where we will play. This is where we will work, where we will relax, where we will live and where we will love.