ANNOUNCING MY NEW PRE
(Personal Restorative Environment)
After six years of living and working abroad, I made the decision last spring to move home to the U.S. I arrived in July and after some commitments and family diversions, I’ve settled close to family and with easy access to an airport to reach more distant family, friends and clients.
I’ve traded the energy of Shanghai for the quiet of a small town where deer play in my backyard.
I’m able to walk most everywhere and am enjoying the change of seasons; falling autumn leaves and sweater-weather were not so common in Qatar.
I’ve re-discovered my love of cooking through shopping at local farmer’s markets—full of late-summer country tomatoes and autumn squash and pumpkins.
My Saturdays are spent watching college football games during the day instead of via quirky cable coverage in the early morning hours of a Sunday. And I now enjoy a hardcopy of the Sunday New York Times on Sunday morning, instead of getting one days later and at quadruple the price while abroad.
My PRE is mostly complete: my books are on the shelves, family photos have been remounted in their frames, furniture is out of storage and long-forgotten ‘treasures’ are now restored to places of honor.
I’m glad to be back in the country of my birth yet so very, very grateful for all the opportunities experienced and friendships made while out of the country:
My fascinating colleagues at Hamad Hospital in Doha: hearing stories of growing up in Syria from my office-mate, Khalid, his love for his country and his longing for peace so he can one day return home to his family farm; learning what a cricket ball feels like in my hand and the legendary cricket rivalry between India and Pakistan from my friend Fahim; watching Minara rearrange her head scarf countless times during the day to keep her hair covered per her Muslim faith; and listening to Nassar in his crisp thobe and gold jewelry telling tales of his nomadic relatives and their camels.
The inspiring team at Robart Spaces in Bejing and Shanghai who so want to learn about healthcare design and who go about their daily lives with quiet dignity and respect: they work hard, raise they children, and face issues that we in the west can never totally appreciate.
A wonderful, but unfortunately rare, blue-sky weekend at the Great Wall is treasured as well as a quiet stroll on the beach at sunset in Muscat, Oman;
The majesty of the Himalayan foothills as a rice farmer struggles with his ox and plow, the gentleness and peace of Bhooma-ji, a Hindu priest and my yoga teacher, and the mystical early morning light of the Taj Mahal as the sun rises over the Yamuna River.
the chatter of a Chinese market over the artful display of vegetables, the strangeness of a Chinese sidewalk seafood market in Quangdong and a colleague’s love of chicken foot soup,
the innovative but often hilarious strategies for technology “work-arounds” so that a project conference call can be successfully conducted in China.
Forever treasured !