"Why does it feel like it's taking us so long to get settled?" J asked on Saturday. "We moved in here three weeks ago!"
I looked around the disheveled apartment and at the boxes strewn in haphazard groups across the living and dining rooms - office stuff, photos and artwork, empty boxes for recycling, the miscellaneous stuff that never has a place to go. Even with the major pieces of furniture in place and so much already unpacked it still didn't seem anywhere near settled. But I realized that while we had technically moved in on July 1st, the moving company didn't deliver our things until July 16th. So even though it had been three weeks since the move, what we were looking at was a mere five days of unpacking. All things considered, we had made plenty of progress. The next night J put together his brand new charcoal grill while I sorted through the remaining mess in the main rooms and put up a few pictures. Bit by bit, the knick-knacks and binder clips and books found their new homes in drawers and baskets and shelves; the hallway came alive with pictures of our family; and Clara continued in her search to find the best places to curl up. By the time we climbed into our new bed with the new sheets and the new-to-us furniture we found used online, we finally, finally, felt at home.
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Can you put a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order on a blog? When is it time to pull the plug?
(And as I write this, J is looking over my shoulder and whining a plaintive "Nooooo...but I love your blog!" My biggest cheerleader, as ever.) I'm not sure any of my arguments for not writing would hold up under even the most mild scrutiny - I've been busy, we moved, I've been tired. Yes, they're all true, but I've written under similar circumstances in the past. Honestly? I think the biggest reason I haven't written is that in the months leading up to our move from New York to Wisconsin, I felt like writing would solidify the melancholy I tried hard to keep under wraps. For as ecstatic as I was in anticipation of our move back home, the reality of saying goodbye to our friends, my students, my colleagues, our communities was a little too much to write about. Writing it, publishing it, would have made it all too real. And so I simply avoided it. And then, over the last few weeks in particular, all the bloggable events rushed together in quick succession: the last day of school, watching our apartment swiftly emptied by three extremely industrious movers, our final goodbyes over a thoroughly Brooklyn Shabbat, our 888-mile drive with a very unhappy cat in tow, my week spent at an invigorating string teacher's professional development workshop. And of course, our pregnancy announcement! |
AuthorNashira is a music teacher and proud Small-Town Jew who, after surthriving six years in Brooklyn for her husband's surgical residency, is finally back in Wisconsin where she belongs! At least until the end of the two-year surgical fellowship, that is. It's a wild ride, and she's ready to tell you all about it! Archives
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