The first week in a new home, let along a new country, is like a scavenger hunt. You go from knowing everything in your home town to wandering streets looking for things like cotton balls, good cheese and a dog park. What side of the street do you walk on and who exactly has the right of way on the roads when there’s no stop signs, street lights or bike lanes? And what exactly do you do (and how do you not breathe it in) when your neighbor volcano rains ash for hours, which doesn’t settle for four days? And there’s the discovery of new insane restaurants, breathtaking cafe courtyards and visiting those creating intricate woven textiles for that first collection. Eyes brimming with wonder and heart with gratefulness, to be here, to be in this, right now.