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Dear Kim:

Today the movers came to pack my parents apartment for the move to New York. We have been going through books and dishes for weeks. Recently, my folks embarked upon a nifty ritual. Every time a friend came to the house to say good bye, they asked if they wanted to pick a piece of art work from their collection. There have been lunches and dinners. And many, many phone calls. And yet, on some level, the move has still seemed hypothetical.

But there is something about the removal of familiar objects that finally made it feel real.

I wonder if the objects they have kept—the oak dining room and side board from my childhood, the paintings my Father and brother got in Haiti, the old black leather couch—will hold that same power and transform this new space in New York into a home that feels familiar.

I wonder and I hope.

Later,

Joan

Friday, May 26, 2006

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