Our holiday letter this year began:
“ ’When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.’ That’s what Maria said in The Sound of Music when it was concluded that her life would change directions and that she would not become a nun. Nor shall I apparently - not even close – but a banker of sorts was my lot for the last 17 years and that door was closed on the 15th of June.”
I, like so many others, was laid off, a.k.a. RIFd, made redundant, let go, canned, sacked, terminated, … which was the result of a merger, exacerbated by this “great recession”. In all honesty, after over 25 years on Wall Street, it was a welcome relief, and my husband and I promised ourselves that this would be our "open window".
For years we have enjoyed and been the happiest when we've been together, of course, but when we were cooking, traveling or photographing everything from Christmas Eve dinner at the Jules Verne Restaurant in the Tour Eiffel in Paris to surfers off Montauk Point during Hurricane Bill. My husband is retired from the restaurant business, once had his own photography business and is the only trained artist in the family. My careers have been split between city and country, in the city I was a Wall Street banker, in the country I worked in restaurants and ran my own bed and breakfast, and my education focused on Economics. Thus far, these have been sound foundations for a strong and amusing marriage peppered with lively conversations. We hope they will also be fertile grounds for providing entertaining posts to our new blog which we hope may also spark some lively exchanges along the way.