It’s moving week. My husband and I hauled the suitcases we’ve been living from from our temporary accommodations to this new and cute apartment a short drive from his office. I am still unpacking, decorating and just putting things together. It may take a while to get everything in order. In fact, several months after packing day, the crate containing small furniture, clothes, books, and knick knacks from our apartment in Kenya is still in a cargo vessel on the Pacific Ocean.
If there’s something common about the last few abodes we’ve called home, no matter the continent, is that they have always been located in a neighborhood where we could walk about easily. Sometimes all one needs is a good base from which to roam.
In Nairobi, home was a compact apartment building located in a popular residential area called Westlands. Small and easy to clean, the flat also had enough space to accommodate the occasional visiting nomad cousin or friend. And on weekend mornings, we could hike or walk for miles around the neighborhood, under lush trees and on quiet roads.