cal i forn i a

I've been spending about half of my time in San Francisco and the other half in Palo Alto these last few weeks and I definitely feel like we made the right choice in terms of where to live. Everything is in bloom here. There are overcast days, but for the most part it's blue skies and palm trees and never sweltering. We're not completed converted to the Bay Area, since the housing situations, both in hunting and pricing, reflect the paradisiacal weather; but we're not complaining too loud either about the prospect of spending the next few years here. 

a place for everything

I feel a bit buried under unpacked boxes, still to be unpacked boxes and the plethora of other things I need to do. At the same time, there is something so completing and settling in unwrapping the newspapers from around our glass canisters that usually hold our various baking flours or seeing our sheets and pillowcases for the first time in months. The cushions are newer, but already part of our home. Souvenirs, tangible remembrances of our time abroad.

I needed a break from internet scouring and box cutting and photographing these bits was the perfect escape. We've been house-sitting while we waited to move into our own place and that's turned out better than we could have imagined because instead of settling in I've been occupied trying to find jobs and then starting a new job; which has been a difficult, frustrating and miraculous undertaking on its own and deserving of a separate post. Here's to hoping everything will be in its place soon.