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 ...
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...
A couple of weeks ago we reached 10 degrees Fahrenheit out here in the countryside, and that's when it became officially too cold to go jogging to the beach. So I had two options (beyond bootcamp ) join a gym or buy a machine and start a home gym. Joining a gym would mean having to drive there. On the plus side it would also mean that Bella would get to see other kids her age at the babysitting place. But a home gym would mean that I could do it whenever I felt like it. Anyway I went for the home option. After all these years of having to share a gym with stinky guys or annoying women who can't stop talking, I couldn't resist the lure of privacy. After I got over the price tag....who knew those things were so expensive, I had to figure out where to put the thing. We have a little bit of room (especially compared to our 2 bedroom NYC apt) but we don't have a room to dedicate to a gym. Anyway after lengthy discussions with hubby we decide that the unfinished basement whi...
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