Packing Up, Moving On

As I sat on my couch nursing a sore back from trying to sort things in my closet, I read Ciji Ware’s piece (“Small. Smaller. Smallest.” Home Design Issue, May 21). The gods must have sent this issue of West. I was about to turn 60 and would soon leave my job and put my home on the market to move to a quieter place outside Southern California.

Forty years ago I left Long Beach and moved to San Francisco after hearing Betty Friedan speak. There, at a Grateful Dead concert at the Fillmore, I met my first husband. What a long, strange trip it’s been. And it ain’t over yet. Thanks for the encouragement!

Louise Cunningham

Signal Hill