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Veni, Vidi, Stiki

Gentle readers, I feel the need to tell you that I am now a Grown Up. There’s no mistaking it, and for better or worse, there is no turning back. I am a parent, I am 30, and I willingly put scissors to my knitting. All are pretty scary prospects, and none of them can be undone once done (although I’m guessing many, many people have tried).

(Also, I act like turning 30 was a choice. It was a choice only in that the alternative was dying, or stopping time, lengths I was not willing or able to go to to avoid my thirties.)

But I digress, as usual.

People, I cut my knitting.

As in, let me spend weeks knitting this sweater and hope to hell I don’t mess it all up when I decide to cut down the middle, all because I was too freaking lazy to knit back and forth.

(Non-knitters, all you need to know is that when you cut knitting, it unravels. Unless you do it in a very specific, precise, way. It’s scary as hell.)

It seems to have worked so far, but I’ll feel better once the buttonbands are in, after blocking and it’s ready to wear.

In the meantime, I’m using this sweater as a means to divert my attention from the fact that we’re leaving NYC, and soon. EJ and I are gearing up to make Holden our home base for the summer, while we look for a house.

There is much I am looking forward to (the town pool! Friday night tennis! a forever home!!!) and much I know I won’t miss here (dirty air! oven-baked sidewalks! crazy homeless people trying to touch EJ!!!) but I am wondering what will be the things that I find myself missing months or years from now. Once the dust settles, and the excitement of finding a house wears down, we get through our first set of holidays, our first year with a backyard…

What do I take completely for granted now, that I don’t even realize I’ll miss?

Being constantly surrounded by people, friendly people at that? I probably have 3 – 4 conversations with random strangers a day. The city noise that filters through our windows? I hear dogs and people, cars and construction… but the real treat comes when a random musician will play in a nearby apartment. At any given time we might hear a piano concerto, some jazz trumpet, or the low tones of a cello echoing through the courtyard our apartment faces.

It’s the trumpet that makes me really feel like I’m living in the city. There’s something magical about it, sultry golden tones on evenings warm enough to have the windows open.

It’s wonderful.

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  1. OMG – I just can’t get over that picture of Eric and EJ. Srsly…

    There is a lot to this post that really resonates with me – as much as I knew it was time to leave Boston, not a day goes by that I don’t miss it. As happy as I was to buy our house, there are moments when I wish for the freedom we had as renters in our little house up in the mountains. When you make a connection to people or places, you always lose a little something when you leave them, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go. Your time in NY will always be special – you have learned a lot about yourself and you’ve created a real family of your own in Manhattan. But you and Eric know what’s right for your family – and it sounds like Holden is right for you guys – Holden will also be a great home.

    Maybe the thing I’ve learned most of all is that my home can really be anywhere that Mike is and my puppers are. It’s a silly thing, maybe, but I’m always moved by how good a traveler Allie is. She doesn’t care where she is as long as I’m there. If I’m there, she’s comfy, and confident, and happy, and flexible, because that’s what I give to her – a home, wherever she is. And that’s how I know that home can be anywhere – sure, there are places that hold more nostalgia for us than others, and sure, there are places that hold NO nostalgia for us, but we carry our homes with us wherever we go in the form of the people who are integral to our wellbeing. If you, Eric and EJ are in Holden, then you’ll be home. And even though you might feel wistful for NY and for all the things that made it so exciting, I think you’ll find yourself content.

    O hai, I wrote a book here.

    Love you guys.

    June 2, 2009
  2. I hope EJ doesn’t miss his new crazy homeless friends when you move. ;)

    I feel pretty confident that we can get a knitblogger tennis foursome together for the occasional weekend game…

    June 3, 2009

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