[July 27th, 2015 [#1]]

It's already made kick off — this mission to leave Wooster, just less than 24 hours after making the decision.

We arrived home from Columbia last night, ate dinner quickly and were asleep by 10p. It tends to happen every time we come home from a trip— these "early" evenings we always dream about having in NYC. They are usually impossible to achieve in the normal day-to-day, where we can't seem to get to sleep before 12a.

I woke up at 6:30 this morning to get an early start. This little corner in our kitchen, across from the spice cabinet, is my favorite space. And this morning, I'm so thrilled to turn on the kettle to prepare our freshly ground Urrao coffee from Pergamino in Medellin. It's this part about having a home that I love: the little spaces that you get to know and occupy — the ones guests take for granted.

Thinking about it now, I'm not afraid that I will be unable to make a home elsewhere — but instead, it's the thought that I won't be able to have a morning routine in my own place for quite some time. From here I realize that this is the first thing that I need to let go of. This little sense of security.

On the one side, what a wonderful prospect that we will build our own space again — in some temporary places in this city and then again, in other places around the world. And then on the other side, there's this little nook and spice cabinet that I visit every morning. Suddenly they aren't mundane, and I'm going to miss them.