Sunday, September 19, 2010

Another river city

That's actually another windy city. That is surrounded by the widest, bluest sky I've ever seen. We've been here for a few weeks now.

What have I learned so far? The space between two places is filled with so much, really. And Montélimar has reminded me often enough that nothing is ever permanent here, the wind makes sure of that.

A few boxes remain, the mezzanine is still a mess and my habit of being barefoot whenever I'm at home means my feet have been dirty every day since we got here because the dust and boxes are more efficient than I am.

Last week was easier than the week before that and I'm hopeful I'll feel the same way next weekend. I would just like to know the names of the hills I see every day, and the mountains beyond them.

5 comments:

Alison said...

Glad to hear from you. :)

Julien said...

I think "dirty" is an euphemism... ;)
I will help you with the names of the mountains.

Nicole said...

Thanks Ali :)

Julien - ha! I almost said filthy but I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea :)

Lorraine said...

I'm glad you're settling in. I wish I could help you with the boxes. I seem to recall you unpacking my kitchen for me once upon a time.

Faysal said...

"my habit of being barefoot whenever I'm at home means my feet have been dirty"
I have this habit too. i have a good feeling -walking bare foot for feeling the earth...