THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Travel Diaries Part 1 (India-Singapore-Zurich-Camargue-Paris-NYC-Detroit)

Paris Window Scene May 2025

"We carry our homes within us, which enables us to fly."

—John Cage

Hi friends!

Thank you for being here and welcome to all my new subscribers~ !

One of my ongoing projects, which has been more behind-the-scenes than public, is a Travel Diary Intensive that followed my big move from San Francisco to India in March 2020, just as the big world lockdown was in place. I am again writing you from a very Midwestern backyard summer scene replete with that unique mix of bird songs, fast food, overly friendly neighbors, and lots of dogs. My sweet Libran, stepmother just recreated a new sandwich from Panera Bread, and it was so good that I’m almost open to trying their food.

photo of where my trip first started in Singapore on May 10, 2025 ..can’t believe that was only a month ago! I mark my travel with elevator photos because if the elevator is beautiful (which is rare these days), you know the hotel is equally magical!

A plane ( I almost wrote planet) just crashed in my beloved soul home country this morning killing way too many humans. Mayhem continues to break out on the city streets of the US, and it’s just an overall somber day. Totally different vibe from the “summer breeze” Yacht Rock perfection of yesterday. Although before dozing off last night I was suddenly struck by this realization of how 9.11 had the exact same weather perfection as yesterday. That’s why I wrote “eerily perfect” in yesterday’s love letter.

Notre Dame in Paris, still working on Her comeback— like the Goddess Herself.

Today, it is chilly, overcast, and somber, and my current melancholic— Saturn sitting on my Moon mood is like thank gods! I’m all about the overcast skies! It also gives me a chance to finally exhale and catch up with my life, which has been running miles ahead of me since I left India in May. Coming home to my home soil was more needed than I realized until I landed here. It reminds me of what Jung teaches about how Americans are so neurotic because we’re all basically transplants, even if we were born here. This is the first time in five years that I have desperately missed my American roots, and everything down to the most superficial, narcissistic, ridiculous part of this culture. I even watched Netflix for the first time I think ever. I am a TCM girl! One of my clients insisted I watch Sirens and I love Julianne Moore (and fun fact, she started following my IG recently by surprise and my dad was finally impressed and stopped teasing me for being a witch disguised as a psychologist. I take that as the highest compliment of course but it’s also a bit Chiron ouch not to feel respected/taken seriously by your own father. Anyway, back to Sirens, I am only on the fourth show, but how Neptune is this writing and imagery, archetypal influence?!

From Kim Krans

Thank you for helping me catch up with myself! Writing letters is always the best! (This is akin to my P40 letters style, and don’t worry, I promise to share astrology !) Even better than journaling if you have a ton of planets in Libra or your 7th house! I find myself more in conversations first and reflection second in that weird introverted extrovert kind of contraption that my psyche is.

I started this most recent world tour watching “The Wizard of Oz’ and that “no place like home” Omen was on point. With my Pisces Moon, I am never sure if the movie on the plane sets the tone for my adventures to come or is an omen or which comes first or both. In any case, as much as I thought I loved traveling and probably will again, right now all I can think and dream about is having a home where I can master the pefect 24 hours (a conversation I have been having with one of my Cancer friends recently), ritual, flow and honestly a place for the part of me that can’t stop collecting.

In Paris two weeks back—