Home again.

I've spent the last five weeks working in Europe, mostly out of our outpost in Berlin, but also in Amsterdam and Barcelona. I'm always fascinated by the personal dichotomy that I experience. It's a wonderfully divisive sense of enchantment for old world Europe - the cultural institutions that are nurtured and integrated into daily life. It's the manifest of language, art, architecture, literature, cafés and salons, symphonies, opera, alongside the rituals of community and quality of life - a decisive generosity of time devoted to savoring the everyday. This magnetism meets its pollar match in the inevitable homecoming. The familiarity of place and sense of belonging that 'home' brings. It's a telling expression of the ying and yang that is life - one that I embrace and hold incredibly dear.