As you can imagine it's pretty quiet out here. The first few days I found the silence actually pretty deafening. It reinforced that feeling of isolation. Little by little I met people and when women meet they talk. That thankfully crosses all borders! The more I talk to women at my kids' schools or after-school activities, the more I realize that I'm just one person in a big big crowd. I'm just the latest arrival from the city. As soon as I say I just moved from NYC, they tilt their heads and sweetly say "it's a big adjustment, isn't it?" or "I know it's not easy, but hang in there it gets better." It's quiet and isolated here but there is a huge crowd filled with ex-New Yorkers who have made it work. Some of these women told me that they cried almost every day for months and then got used to it. Some of them still haven't recovered. I'm sure I'll be somewhere in the middle. In the mean time it's nice to take comfort ...
We all have our stereotype images of the suburbs. Among the many negative ones I had, and trust me there were many, there were a few positive ones. For example, that instead of taking my three kids to the park which meant: piling soccer balls, shovels, snacks, jackets, phone, keys, and kids unto the stroller, taking the elevator down, stopping at every floor, finally making it to the lobby only to go right back up because someone realized they needed to go to the bathroom and finally making it to the park 20 minutes later. I imagined that in the burbs I would just open my door and let my kids play in the yard or with the neighborhood kids. Well guess what? The other day the kids were just playing around the house after school when the door bell rings. It's our 9 year old neighbor. Huge smile on his face, dressed in a snow suit and he says "can Gabriel come and sleigh with me?" SURE! and off go Gabriel and Theo to sleigh for an hour. I stayed home with my 18 month old, whe...
On election day we were still in NYC. Excitement, anticipation and uncertainty filled the city. In the elevator, in the street, at our neighborhood park, that's all we could talk about. A lot of the kids went and voted with their parents and it was so great to watch them talk about it at the playground afterwards. Fast forward a couple of months and I'm now in CT. I have to be honest and say that this morning I was sitting here wishing that I could be in NYC for Obama's inauguration. I was craving that feeling of being part of the crowd, of the buzz. So where was I at 11:30 today? I was at my friend's Deana's house. I met her at a newcomer's cocktail party. She had invited about a dozen of us to come and watch the ceremony at her house. So today I watched the president being sworn in surrounded by a group of new friends. We cheered, we clapped and toasted Obama with a glass of champagne. That's right a glass of bubbly at noon on a Tuesday. The room was fille...
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