Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Friday, October 19, 2018

The Next Steps

I feel a bit between two worlds at the moment. We put in an offer on a house at the beginning of the month. By the time it was accepted, we were off for a weekend in the woods to contemplate what that really meant. Then we returned to inspect the place again and found it was just as good as we hoped. What next? So far a lot of number crunching and hemming about what this all means for our family. The specter of a home and a better school system has haunted me for over a year now and suddenly I find it's turned to flesh. Could this all be happening? Apparently so. And much faster than I could have ever predicted. I found myself in a bit of a limbo this week, sort of a funk that I can't shake. I suppose I'm partially grieving this change. It's been a good run in Sunnyside, Queens and I will miss it and our neighbors and friends very much. But part of me is also ready to jump in and be in our new home already. I want to fast forward over the part where I have to purge and pack, move and unpack. I wish I could snap my fingers and just make it all appear. Nacho too is restless and we're both glad he's home now. But more importantly, we're trying to figure out how to roll this life up and move it a few miles West. Seeing friends for Antoin's birthday brunch was a great distraction and sort of celebration of all that we have built here. We cherish these friends and these occasions and hope they will continue. I know we won't be strangers here. But just what it will feel like to leave is another thing. 
Our new number!
They're threatening to get a selfie stick with a cut out of my face attached 😁
Living in New York City, I've always found that we were short on space but not on hospitality. That proved true again this week as I answered a message from my old friend Chad who was traveling back through the city on his way home to Thailand. He's been there for a little over a year and plans to go back to continue teaching English. Seeing him again and taking him around to some of the sights was a great way to honor my expert level tour guide status. We dined on Lombardi's pizza for lunch and made our way through most of SoHo before coming back to rest up before his late night flight. So much of what has made this city feel like home will no doubt still be there for me no matter where I live. Whenever I'm walking the streets, I feel I belong here. That's been the case for a long time. And I don't plan to let it change.