I am an architect. I bought my first house, a teardown that I fixed up well enough to sell on to a USC professor, when I was 21. I moved to San Francisco and bought a Victorian: fixed it up, sold it. Married an amazing man who lived in a nearly derelict mid-century modern with potential, definite potential. We realized the potential and got a fixer apartment in Paris. Are you noticing a pattern? Well, don’t get too comfortable. Mr. Wonderful died, in our perfect house, he died. The house you see above is that house, nearly packed up, my life there well and truly over.
It was time for a new house, too many memories in the old one, but I needed to change things up. So the new fixer, the principal topic of this blog, is mid-century too — mid-19th century — in the French countryside. This blog is about my move from the uber-fashionable Berkeley hills to Vendée, the downmarket and nearly unknown flats of west France. While I am at it, the situation being what it is, I write about rebuilding myself as well.
The good news is that, though you never really get over the death of someone you love so much, you can do okay. I bought my little Westie, Jacques, just after I moved here. He has been wonderful, a constant source of joy. The renovation has kept me too busy to dwell too much on what I left behind. And, a couple of years after I arrived I thought well, why not the occasional cup of coffee with a live available male, here and there, nothing serious. That lasted about two weeks, which is how long it took me to meet the man I live with now. I lucked out.
Of course I love to shop. This house is certainly a shopping opportunity. (Just ignore that strangled choking sound. My bank account gets that way, sometimes.) So, a little shopping, play with the dog, a little gardening and a slow reknit of a thoroughly exploded life. Thank you for being here.
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