Over the last few weeks I have responded to several e-mails all of which asking one thing … “Sounds like you may not be staying in NYC?” I guess I may have been a little vague on the blog recently.

Back in November we decided to sell our home. Given the economy and the possibility that Mr. D’s job may eventually end up in London – it was the smartest option for us. After about a month on the market, Madoff hit the financial sector. Shortly there after we learned that we were not being brought to live in London and that Mr. D’s job was going to end on May 31st. The hardest part is that for the last ten (plus) years my husband has identified himself by his career and the fact there has been demand for him in the industry –and now– it’s the exact opposite. If you are busily counting the date on your fingers – his final day is next week.

When word came to us about the firm closing it’s doors the two of us figured that he’d absolutely have a fabulous replacement lined up by this point. We’d happily go on with life as planned. NO SUCH LUCK! Everyday Mr. D goes to what we call “fake work” where he spends 8-10 hours looking for a new job. There have been a few interviews … but the fact remains that the job market stinks and no one is ready to hire him. Frustration with the job market has led him to cultivate his entrepreneurial spirit. Everyday I watch my husband try on potential careers like an English Lady tries on hats for a horse race.

The worst economic downturn in eighty years has put us in a very unusual position. We have no home, no real estate, no children, no pets, no plants, no 100+hour work week and no particular “stresses” to attend to – life (in a very strange way) has become our oyster. Without a clear “next step” presenting itself we are left to ask “If you could go anywhere and do anything … what would you do?” It’s a wee bit scary, isn’t it?

As May 31st draws near we have serious decisions to make. He is taking a very practical approach. I however dream that we’ll run off to Italy. Until some of this Madoff garbage blows over we should take advantage of our new found freedom, right? He can ride his bicycle. I will perfect my cannoli. We will meet for late dinners over a bottle of Chianti, mixed olives, soprosata, prosciutto and a array of delicious cheese. Sounds dreamy, doesn’t it?

Mr.D is the kind of man who would straighten his tie with a laser level – (if you let him!) Needless to say I have not *quite* convinced him of my Italian farmhouse scheme. As life goes on I will continue to plug away at my bespoke stationery business, love design, find beauty in everyday items, re-decorate (when given the chance) and take advantage of the local culinary delights wherever it is that we find ourselves.

Stay tuned … there is never a dull moment these days!

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