Let me set the scene. A girl sits at a high-leg table in a small, two-bedroom apartment, typing away at a computer. The too-small cupboards bulge with baking pans and utensils and hand-washed dishes are stacked in a drainer by the sink. Just outside the window, the rolling, red-dirt plains stretch away to the horizon, anchored by a low ridge of mountains that breaks up the otherwise barren and featureless skyline.
|View from the Wichita Mountains|
When I read others' blogs, I like to imagine their surroundings - maybe a cramped and kitschy kitchen in a New York borough or an airy, sunny space with a generous Mid-western pantry. So now you know a little about mine. For the past few months, this has been my Oklahoma home. Before that it was Germany and in another couple of months, it will be Tennessee. Sometimes it seems like the only constant in our lives is change!
A year ago at this time, I was still riding my bike over the cobbled streets of a German market and eagerly awaiting the start of white asparagus season. Now I spend weekends hiking in the Wichita Mountains and have discovered the delights of fried pickles and Longhorn burgers. Who knows what the next few months will bring?
I guess this is just a particularly long-winded way of saying I'm excited to see where the future, and this blog, will take me.