With the move looming upon us the Belge and I inevitably argued over the finer details. We heatedly discussed where to live, we disagreed about what the move would bring us, and we debated in earnest whether we should do it at all. Having had the move date brought forward by an increasingly impatient boss, we quickly packed boxes, booked movers and said “au revoir” to a handful of friends and Versailles. I joined the Belge to his works leaving dinner and welled up over a cocktail at a well-chosen roof top bar. Through already nostalgic eyes the views of the Eiffel Tower were particularly spectacular that night. All in all a mixed bag of feelings, and three weeks into our new life in the UK we are regretting leaving behind such beauty.
I haven’t touched my sewing or knitting projects for the entire time we have been back. I have had “knitters block”! I no longer feel inspired, everything seems drab somehow, my surroundings are harsh and angular. I never expected this move to affect me in such a way. It goes to show how we can truly take beauty for granted, and also how our perceptions can be changed by living abroad for such a long time.
I have rearranged my knitting room three or four times and it is still not quite right. Not enough light, not enough room, bulky carpet, asymmetrical shape etc. I should be grateful that I have finally got my own space, and I am sure I will be once I get it “right”.
In the mean time here is a reminder of what I have left behind: