Home is a Window Seat: London

We’re on our way, and that’s all that matters.

Hello! And welcome to Dandelion Seeds, an illustrated newsletter that’s hand-drawn and hand-lettered, from my desk to yours.

Last week, we kicked off a brand-new illustrated essay series called “Home is a Window Seat” (and if you’re just joining us now, here’s the prologue).

This second installment is all about arrivals, and as it just so happened, I was listening to an audiobook over the weekend while scanning the illustrations for this chapter — a novel called The Measure, by Nikki Erlick. And as two of the characters arrive in Venice for the first time, a particular passage stopped me in my tracks:

“They could feel it in each breath they took, their lungs filling with the exhilaration of being someplace new. Their minds gleefully tried to accomplish a thousand tasks at once, taking in the sights and sounds and scents, every element of awareness heightened, knowing that this was special, a bold and bracketed moment in time, something that must be remembered.”

How gorgeous is that phrase, “a bold and bracketed moment in time”? My first journey to London was such a time for me, and I’d love to hear about the places or seasons of life that phrase evokes for you.

Here’s to being on our way,
Candace