I'm Not Dead Yet

A number of people have been asking me lately when I would get around to posting something new. Pictures of the apartment? Tales of adventure? Vicarious experiences of an exciting kind?

The truth is, life's been a bit tough the last few weeks, and I haven't had the mental energy to post. Our stuff still hasn't arrived, so the apartment has about as much visual interest as a room at the Holiday Inn. We don't have a car yet, so there haven't been many trips further than the fifteen-minute bus ride to the city center (and I keep forgetting to take the camera when we do go out). But more fundamentally, I've just been wretchedly, woefully homesick.

Homesickness, as my mother would undoubtedly attest, is not a condition to which I have often been subject. High school summers away at GHP and TASP only convinced me that a good thousand miles or so from home would be an excellent location for college. A junior semester at Oxford not only cured the depression I had often suffered at Swarthmore but also put me in exactly the right frame of mind to meet the love of my life when I got home (and not screw up my chances with him). And living in San Francisco was one of the greatest experiences of my life. One could say that I have had good luck with moves.

This one has been a little harder. A big part of it is figuring out how to be a stay-at-home mother. Another big part is the weather. But most of all, it's trying to map a new social world when I don't have a job to go to. There have been quite a few days when my only meaningful social interaction (apart from with Eric) has been online.

Things are getting better, or I wouldn't be writing this. I've got some phone numbers and some routines. Our stuff should finally arrive next week, and then I will have my books and CDs and clothes and my pictures to put on the walls. And Eric is looking at cars today. So you can expect a return to normal in the near future. Travelogue and toddler news to recommence shortly, and happily.