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in NYC.
It is strange to walk into a never-before-seen apartment and realize that it is now home. I was stunned at first, because it didn’t fit my pre-conceived ideas of what it would be like, but it’s grown on me and I’ve begun to mentally arrange furniture (which won’t arrive for another week).
It is strange to be married again in that most basic of ways. I now live with my husband, and my son, and we are a team again. It’s really lovely, but it takes some getting used to.
It is strange to be working in Manhattan again. Coming to work on the subway feels so familiar, and comfortable… and then that familiar feeling seems strange, given I haven’t done it regularly in more than 3 years.
It is strange to take my boy to a new day care, and leave him with caregivers I’ve never met before. He seemed to enjoy it, though — especially the very friendly kids — and didn’t bat an eye when we left for work.
It is strange, and yet a blessing, to start life over again this way. As much as I’ve cried — and I’ve cried plenty — about leaving our previous life behind, there’s so much promise here as we begin afresh.
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UPDATE: Oooh, boy, things here can be difficult, and physical. Or maybe it’s just life with a 2.5-year-old in general. I went to pick him up last night from his day care, and he wouldn’t get in his stroller, and he wouldn’t follow me. He kept wandering off (the distractions of NYC are legion), and doing annoying things like picking up random items from the sidewalk.The only thing that seemed to work: carrying him on my shoulders. So imagine me, more than 200 pounds and 4 months pregnant, carrying a 35+ pound toddler on my shoulders and pushing a stroller into which I’ve put my laptop bag. It’s freezing outside, so we’re both wearing heavy coats, and I have to worry about his warmth, along with everything else. Much heavy breathing ensued. And the way home is slightly downhill…
On the way back to the day care this morning, also by myself (well, with the boy), I started to get into a groove pushing the stroller, in which he was sitting. I realized how much pure muscle and aerobic energy it takes. I’m going to get in better shape, for sure, but I need to take it easy as I gear up, too. Even more important — developing the mental dexterity to keep a 2.5 year old content as we go through such major upheaval. Wish me luck.
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Oh so happy for you matey… hug hug hug hug
Comment by shauna 12.17.07 @ 2:24 pm