Last week, my family moved out of our house in the Boston area, starting our relocation to Rochester, NY. We’ve yet to move into our new house. That happens tomorrow. For the past week we’ve been sleeping in a series of hotel rooms, bunking with the in-laws and relying on the generosity of friends with a bedroom to spare.
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My big move is about 10 days away and I am feeling surprisingly good about the state of my house. I went through a few rough patches in the beginning—when I was completely overwhelmed by the whole process—but since then my husband and I have been working hard to divide and conquer while still maintaining some sense of normalcy for […]
With my move just a few weeks away now, I’ve been thinking about my friends daily. I’ve been squeezing in visits, making dates for coffee and scheduling long overdue lunches. As I pack my house I’m culling through old photos and taking solitary walks down memory lane. Last week I came across a pile of snapshots from my bachelorette party, wedding and baby shower. So much has changed since then: my hair, my waistline, the lines on my forehead. And yet I’m still friends with many of the women in the pictures.
Five minutes into the movie Food, Inc. I decided for certain that this would be the year I’d join a local CSA (Community Supported Agriculture). I had thought about joining one last year, but with two picky eaters at home and the closest CSA many miles away, I decided against it. Instead, I frequented local farm stands and a weekly farmer’s market that despite its small size, still offered an abundance of fresh summer staples like juicy peaches and sweet corn. With our move to Western New York next month comes an opportunity for my family to experience local food in a whole new way.
This past weekend, my almost 8-year-old son made his Holy First Communion. For Catholics, this is a big celebration, the culmination of a year of studying and is the second or third sacrament a Catholic child receives (the first being Baptism shortly after birth, followed by Reconciliation). My son received the Eucharist surrounded by his Godparents, cousins, aunt, uncle and Nana. For every person there to support him was another relative who was not, including family who live too far away and those who no longer feel connected to the Catholic church.
Last weekend we threw a lovely dinner party for my mother-in-law’s 70th birthday. My husband’s only sibling and her husband came up with a brilliant idea: Have the party at home and hire a chef to come in to prepare the meal. The kids were hunkered down in the basement with a babysitter and a pizza while 15 adults mingled upstairs. There were candles, soft dinner music, and beautiful flowers anchoring each table. Wine and conversation flowed easily all night and the meal was exceptional. And in a way, so was the final price tag.
Last night some girlfriends and I got together at a local bar for cocktails and karaoke. It had been a very busy Thursday at work, capped off by an open house at my second grader’s school. At the same time, my husband was prepping for a six-hour drive to Rochester, NY where today we hope to make an offer on a house we’ve seen only on the Internet (more on that next week).
For the past few days I have been struggling to find a new healthcare provider for my 7-year-old son. He’s been having some anxiety about our impending move and it’s starting to affect his daily life. Complicating matters is our new health insurance plan with benefits I don’t yet fully understand
My new “office mate” started this week and I’m truly worried that we are not meshing well. First, he used all the paper in the printer and didn’t replace it. Then he needed step-by-step instructions on how to use the speakerphone for a conference call. Later, I found his dirty lunch dishes stacked next to the bathroom sink. When I called him out for his behavior he replied, “Don’t we have an admin to take care of this stuff?”
Yesterday I received a thank you note in the mail from a local company we’d hired to put a new roof on our house. When I saw the note in my mailbox I was stunned that someone in the company actually took the time to hand write a note on paper. “Thank you for supporting a local business,” it read. “Please let us know if there is anything we can ever do to be of service in the future.” Now that’s one smart small business owner.