So yes, my posts are going to probably sound more like news letters, at least until this passes. Probably the deepest thing I'm willing to share right now is how overwhelming humanity is in a big city. THERE ARE SO MANY OF US. Maybe that's what it is, why I'm so shhhhhhh? SO MANY PEOPLE. All of us with our own dramas, this cacophony of thoughts, opinions, tragedies. I take the dog for a walk, and there are strangers in a house with the door open, just watching the TV, and I am totally overwhelmed with the idea that they have all these things happening. Work, love, death, new babies. All of these stories. Just a few people sitting in one house, my intersection into their lives as tangential as you can make it, and I'm a little overwhelmed by the muchness of it.
I know that overwhelmed feeling is making it hard for me to reach out and make friends - there are too many variables in all these new stories. If I learned anything in Madison (and oh, I learned so much), it's that friendship is dangerous business and I need to use care in deciding who gets access to me and my family. I really miss being able to say, "I like you, let's be friends," but when I do that without considering how their stories could fuck with our story, it often ends badly. And right now, I'm reeeeeally loving our story, and I want to give it a chance to unfold, and have it's own drama, and not be subsumed by anyone else.
And like, I know that this is a hallmark of my declination into brittle old age, and it's probably cowardly, and I get it that my kids will bring people, and school will bring people, and so will my husband (I hope), and those are not things I will have a choice about. But oh, what a magical thing to be new, and have the option of leaving the future wide open. That's part of it, too. We have so many options, such a giant opportunity to create what we want in our lives. Temporary loneliness isn't a huge price to pay for that. And also, I have friends, although they aren't here, and they are wonderful. Can't even say that I'm lonely. That said, here are some things I'm happy to share...
School starts in 15 days.
I need to start going to yoga regularly, now that the house is pretty much unpacked.
Seriously, I need to start some ruts, this is ridiculous, my life is barely real.
I love my house.
Husband person went to Italy to present at a conference last week. I now officially own mohair from Italy. Thanks, babe.
Philadelphia is my favorite now, but I probably miss you.