Monday, April 28, 2008

Carolinian...

I am sitting at the table in our new kitchen...hyjacking someone elses wireless service since we don't have our phone/internet worked out yet. Boxes are everywhere.. furniture is ascew and waiting to be told where to put down roots. Oliver is clicking back a forth from the kitchen to the front door to look out at the grass and then return to his bed to work on his bone. It rained 6 inches last night and the air is cool and damp coming in threw the open window. Stephen has gone to take Larry back to the airport in our car and I am here just in case the gas man comes earlier than expected.

We are far from adjusted. I spent the weekend with my parents at Merlefest having a wonderful time visiting and listening to good music during the day and crying myself to sleep at night missing the hum of the city and the sounds of our little piece of 32nd Street. I feel a little homeless at the moment. Found myself saying things like "at the end of our block" and "we always do blabbity blah at Sheppard"... I have no block and there is no more "we".. it's "they" now. Soon I will find my niche here, I am sure of it. It will just take time. I also spent the weekend snapping at well meaning people who said things like "I bet you are glad to be back in NC and away from NYC!!" ... "No.." I would tell them, " I am most certainly NOT glad to be in NC and away from my home.. I am excited about what the future holds for us here but this is very hard and it's going to take a lot of time to adjust." People just don't get it. The only ones who do are the ones who have been through it (shout out to Wendy.. I know you feel me girl). Stephen is just starting to go through withdrawal, having just arrived yesterday. Last night, after dinner at a Mexican place, he asked for an espresso as he would normally do after dinner back home. The waiter looked confused and announced that they had "regular coffee" which he then delivered in a mug the size of a beer stein with a handful of those little plastic creamers that don't need to be refrigerated. That was Stephen's reality moment. Not only did he miss his favorite hot beverage.. but he also felt the sting of being possibly perceived as a snob.

Anyhoo... that's were we are at.. still haven't found the camera cord but should find it soon and will post pictures..headed to Florida on Wednesday to see all of our family there. Miss you guys.

3 comments:

Ellen said...

Amazing that you have internet. It's raining where I am. Is it raining where you are? =) I'll be praying for ya. Leaving a city brings withdrawal pains. I still occasionally have a vivid dream of our life in DC, wake up, and am disappointed. Time heals... Big hugs.

Julie said...

call me...619-0332.

Tracy said...

you'll start asking for that good ole sweet tea once again...

See you SOOOOOONNNNN!