So many changes.
An identity crisis, really.
A little over a year ago, slightly bored with the tedium of mommyhood and needing some sort of external release, I signed up on WordPress and wrote my first post defending my decision to raise a kid in the city. That was the end of March, 2011. I loved Brooklyn: anyone who knows me at all can attest to the fact that I loved me some Park Slope something fierce.
At the end of March this year, after life took some unexpected turns, I found myself waking up in a house in the suburbs of Boston. To use the term “suburb” is pretty generous since our winding, poorly paved, pot hole-ridden, semi-dirt road is in the woods. The thick woods. The preserved wetland, deer-filled, terrifyingly dark at night kind of woods where serial killers stalk their prey.
Before I write posts documenting my feelings about the move and our new locale, of which there are a million, like how every radio station in Massachusetts LOVES the song Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog as well as the entire Bush anthology, I thought I’d give a quick photo summary of the past 2 months. I’ve been a little shell-shocked, a little paralyzed with a case of “What the fuck?” until recently, so there is much to catch up on.
On the last day in February, this happened, and I cried and cried and cried:
Two days later, we woke up here:
…and even started composting like the fake little hippies that we pretend to be!
I no longer had a stoop and the daily stimulation of the city. When I looked out the window I saw this:
…and at night it often looks like this, which makes me feel super grateful and “WOW!”:
I don’t feel “WOW!”, though, when I’m constantly picking these dickheads off my loved ones:
When not dry heaving from the tick massacre, we have been able to do and see wonderful things like these:
…and I know two beings that are as happy as pigs in you know what over our big move:
We even decided to add to our family, so we brought Minnie Bo Puss in Boots home from the local shelter to fill our lives with hisses and sweet vibrating tails:
Finally, after a month and a half of Lotte being out of school and deliciously in my face every second of every goddamn day, she started a new preschool last week, which made me feel like this:
So that’s where we are. That’s where I’m at. I’m a stoopmama no longer, and I have an awful lot to say about it.