ABSTRACT
When I was young, I imagined living in a Paris garret, spending my days painting. Never did I expect to find myself living in southeastern France, long after that unrealized dream of my idealistic youth had been forgotten. A serendipitous vacation to Provence led to my leaving New York City, where I had been practicing and teaching art therapy, and supervising art therapists and student interns. Though I fiercely cherished my profession as an art therapist and, then, as a psychoanalyst, I didn’t know how, or even if, I would be able to continue my career in my new surroundings. Eventually, I did build a new practice, but my new professional life began by teaching and supervising in Italy, Switzerland, and France.
