In which a Jewish family from Brooklyn moves to Paris, France for two years of work, school, and adventures.
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Wish me mazal tov--my blog is one year old today. And I'll probably be wrapping it up pretty soon, as we are no longer living in Paris, though I still hope to write about our summer travels and talk a bit more about our experiences during the past two years.
The kids are back in school--so far, so good--and I start a full-time job on Monday. After two years of coffee, museums, and long walks, that will be a big change, but I'm looking forward to it. Ralph is not loving the commute to New Jersey, but he's surviving. And we are all gratified by the very warm welcome we've received from our old friends and neighbors here in Brooklyn.
During our first couple of weeks back home, two spiders took up residence in front of our house: a large one whose web stretched from pine tree to a very tall lily stem, and a smaller one that wove its web between two trash cans. I enjoyed watching these two reweave their webs every day, one by day and the other by night, as I rewove the fabric of our home and our lives. Putting the puzzle of our household back together--packing stacks of books into bookcases, clothes into drawers and closets, kitchen utensils into cupboards--often with great frustration and always dripping with sweat, I took great pleasure in stepping outside the house to admire the work of these tireless, unflappable workers. Both have departed, just as our house began to feel like home again.
