When Lief and I left Paris bound for Panama City nearly four years ago, we agreed we’d rent out our Paris apartment. Well, Lief suggested. I went along.
That meant stripping out all things personal. It was too much to bring to Panama City with us when we made our move, uncertain, initially, how long we’d be resident down here in the Hub of the Americas, so we put our keepsakes and mementos into storage. A few months ago, fully and finally settled here in Panama City, we decided to have the boxes and bins shipped over to us. Returning to the office in Panama City this week after our holiday travels, the cartons awaited us.
Sifting through them we’ve found albums of photos from our time in Ireland–photos of Lahardan House, the old stone house where we lived…photos of the little Georgian townhouse where we had our office…photos of Kaitlin learning to ride a horse in the fields surrounding our house and of Jackson learning to walk in our forever muddy back garden…
We’ve found photos from our time in Paris–photos of the nearby park where Jackson played with his friends…photos of Jack’s first day of school…of the café where we celebrated Kaitlin’s 16th birthday…of picnics in the Tuileries…
I understand that family photos can be a bore. Still, I thought you might like to see some of these old snapshots, so I’ve asked our web team to try to scan a few. If they’re successful, we’ll post the digitized versions of my old-school photos to Facebook next week so you can have a look if you’re interested…
