September 15, 2009

it's me... still

the setting: it’s a tuesday night and the husband is out. i put on some cat stevens and got ready to make butternut squash soup (which incidentally, i don’t really care for but it sounds so autumn and cozy to make butternut squash soup, especially while listening to cat stevens, so i was going to try to like it). anyway, i realized i need a blender for the recipe- the blender, along with many many kitchen utensils/equipment i never thought we really needed is in storage. so. scratch that. and here we are, blogging.

hello.

i’ve moved to troy, new york. want to hear about it?

for about the first three weeks here, i felt like i was in mourning. in the daylight, i put on a fresh face, went to work, got groceries, made a couple friends, changed my address, went to the farmer’s market, ate ice cream, and threw balls for the dog in the park. but at night, i wanted to take it all back and go home, go back in time to when things were normal, go back to Before. i’ve been thinking a lot about the source of that mourning and i think i was having a bit of an identity crisis. all at once, i felt like a city girl stuck in the country, the only college football fan within a span of 300 miles, a lone southerner trying in vain to give a good explanation of my presence here, and the oldest law clerk in the world (most of my coworkers are fresh-out-of-law-school lawyers). not to mention, i got a brand new last name and brand new phone number, dropping two very important vestiges of my past all at once. suffice to say, i think i made it hard on my one and only friend here for those first three weeks- so sorry dear hubby.

the good news is i’ve found myself again.

all it took was two happy hours with my new coworkers, two visits to S’s parent’s house in potsdam, two georgia bulldog football games, seventeen meals made with vegetables from a friend’s garden, twenty bites of fried dough at the county fair, one cinnamon-scented candle, three weeks of a 15-minute commute with no traffic, two hangovers, two Adirondack hikes, two visits to massachusetts, one bike ride, one visit to vermont, one georgia o’keefe exhibit, one peace pagoda, three slices of NY pizza, one bowl of pho, two boat rides, two hot toffee cakes in keene, one episode of gilmore girls, thousands of kisses from the dog, two visits to the farmer’s market, three cases completed, one work picnic, two batches of zucchini bread, one bottle of wine brought home from italy, one phone call from a good friend in brooklyn, three bunches of fresh flowers, and one very loving, wonderful, fun, and handsome husband.

oh and cat stevens.

3 Comments:

At 9:43 AM, Blogger Sarah said...

I adore you and I'm SO proud of you. I'm glad your blender's in storage, if it means I get to read your blog :)

 
At 9:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

absolutely lovely. I enjoy your thoughts and strength.
-Kerry

 
At 4:33 PM, Anonymous 1hrww said...

so, how are you feeling four weeks later ?

 

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