Life at the Radisson

IMG_0600_2I am a homebody. I always have been, and I always will be. I like to sit on the couch and read. I like to cook and bake in the kitchen. I like to sew while listening to music. If given the option to go out with friends or have them over and cook for them, I will almost always choose the latter. And though it’s true that I love to run outside for hours at a time and travel to places near and far, I always look forward to the moment when I can come back home… home to my family, my space, and the possessions I have moved from house to house over the last decades which still, when configured just the right way, can make any space feel like home. After living in a hotel for the last four weeks, the idea of soon having a home again is so exciting I can barely stand it. Continue reading →

Saying Goodbye to Home

Pond 2After growing up as a Third Culture Kid in an Army family and then living in several states and countries as an adult, I have moved enough times to know that home does not have to be a physical place. I’ve written about this idea before, and the more I move, the more I find myself able to make a home wherever I live. In fact, it’s been rare that the places where I’ve lived have not, at some point, begun to feel like home. And in one particular instance, that feeling extends even to a place where I’ve never lived. Continue reading →

The Concrete Jungle

IMG_3016I’m not sure which is more strange: returning to a place that was once home and hardly recognizing it, or returning to a place that was once home and seeing the things that appear to be just as you left them six years ago.

It’s been just over a week since we arrived in Arlington, Virginia, the final destination of our month-long Great American Road Trip, and our home for the next eight months. We have gotten settled in our apartment, scoped out the plentiful assortment of restaurants, cafes, shops, and parks within walking distance, and taken Frieda to a couple of dog parks in the area to stretch her legs and sprint out some energy. It’s not easy for a pup to live in an apartment on the twenty-first floor of a high rise, after all. Continue reading →