In 12 days, I’m moving to France. As I pack up my things, I’ve been thinking back to Julia Child’s book, My Life in France, where she recounts her arrival in France in 1948 with her husband Paul. They arrived in France by boat, and brought their car over from the USA, along with several large crates of furniture and household items. When they came back to the USA, they brought with them almost all of their French kitchen acquisitions.
I’ve amassed a rather splendid collection of Asian cookware over the years, but it is not going to France. It is all remaining in storage in the USA. I have no furniture and no vehicles. They have all been sold. In contrast, my move across the ocean will be much lighter than the Childs’ move.
I’ve been reflecting a lot on how I have a new set of priorities these days. Things that were important to me two years ago don’t fit in my present anymore. I don’t know how this chapter goes, but I look forward to finding out.
