Friday, September 14, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
And just like that, August is gone. September has begun with sudden rainstorms, breezy bike rides, Harvard Square, and another attempt at something I want to do. Full moons, peaches straight from the backyard, homemade pie crusts, the best pizza of my life, two basil plants blooming on the back porch, and a load of heirloom tomatoes from the Labor Day farmer's market in Central Square. They taste like candy, like the piles of tomatoes always on my grandparents' kitchen table, sliced up with pepper with every meal. Festa has come and gone and with it reminders of how much time has passed. The chill is under the breeze again, and I can feel myself hunkering down, preparing for the transition into winter.
Friday, August 31, 2012
It's been a tough week. Last Sunday we got news that a friend passed away in his sleep. Since then it's been a whirlwind of emotion, of hunkering down together in grief and support. I don't like being so far from my family, but this week I was reminded that is not entirely true. Today was the first funeral I've ever attended for someone so close to my age, so young and vibrant, full of humor and heart. I've been hugging Mike a lot more lately, and just generally trying to remember exactly what I'm grateful for.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
I'm grateful for feeling at home again and for not having to wait too long in between. For unexpected visits from good friends, long meals, and too many drinks. For such a good job that includes dental insurance and financial stability (finally, finally). Mostly I'm thankful for all of this, the constant motion, the ebb and the flow, of life torn a bit at the edges, lived and worn like a favorite book, an old sweatshirt.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Moving into our own apartment has been one little exciting thing after another. We're still in the process of vacating our old apartment, dealing with the unprofessionalism of that management company, but knowing I get to come home to our own little corner makes the whole day wipe away as soon as I turn my key in the door.
Mike's been out of town a couple of days this week going to Yankee games and generally soaking up the rest of his summer vacation before his new job starts, so I've had a chance to get some alone time in our very own space. It's so lovely and quiet here. I loved being right in the heart of Inman--ice cream, pizza, post office, coffee shop, bus stop all within reach!--but there's something to be said about going a little off the beaten path where there are actual neighbors instead of bars and convenience stores. Our neighbors have a grapevine and peach trees that hang over the fence between us. I'm figuring out ways to befriend them so our end of summer can be cobbler and muffin scented.