IN THE AMERICAN WAY OF SAYING THINGS FAST: FASHION FADES; STYLE STICKS. FASHION COMES THROUGH PURPORTED ADVICE FROM MAGAZINES AND CRITICS; SOMETHING YOU ADOPT. STYLE, THO UGH, ISN’T SOM ETHING THAT YOU APPLY, LIKE HAND CREAM. IT  COM ES  FROM  WITHIN,  AS  AN  EMANATION  FROM  YOUR  OWN BEING. IF IT SEEMS A BIT DEVILISH, MAYBE IT HAS TO BE TO CAPTURE RIGHTLY THE WHOLE YOU.
There is a romantic fantasy persisting in America, or at least in the idea of America—that of chasing the sunset into a new life with the promise of renewal through new effort. In a way, I am a poster child for good second chapters in life. Our transition to living in America has been relatively easy; and I am quick to admit gratitude. Still, my brand of realism suggests the goal is to be cheery, not necessarily happy. One can— nay, one must—find contentment in how the day plays out even when perfection is, as usual, a no-show.

This is one reason why I enjoy interaction with people as they make major transitions in their living spaces. Human s are perpetually confronting or constructing turning points; and major changes in living space always indicate transitions are happening. The ones I witness are transitions that people have chosen for themselves. It is exciting, and a totally human event. Whether you are packing the crates for a move to a new country, unfurling the blueprints for a new house you designed yourself or had designed, or simply changing the mantel art , change always indicates a point of attention, and what we focus on changes us. As the American poet John Ciardi said, “A man is what he does with his attention.”