Traveling Circuses

Pack.  Unpack.  Repeat. As I prepare for yet another move, living among boxes and bubble wrap, it occurred to me that I’ve become very adept at packing.  And unpacking.  Not only are there the BIG moves, the ones involving shipping containers and lost-at-sea insurance premiums, but there are the little moves in between and lots…

Homeland Security

On the 11th of September, 2001, with thousands of other New Yorkers, I walked toward home along the Williamsburg Bridge. Amid the fear and confusion, the attempt to reconcile what was, as of that morning,  the unimaginable, we marched; desperate for news, for answers, for information.  Less than 2 miles away, plumes of what was…

Where everybody knows my name

Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. A friend’s recent blog post got me thinking about the concept of home, particularly about how it relates to those of us throwing darts at a map to see where we shall be living next.  The ex-pat life is one of extremes and contradictions.  On…

In two straight lines in rain or shine

The water in Denmark is full of calcium.  But beyond the lime-scale, there seems to be something else in the water here.  Something that if I could isolate and bottle, I would be rich beyond measure.  I would be lauded and invited to appear on Oprah.  I could buy that pair of boots I am…