Two days ago, I drafted a blog post sharing how stressed, scared, and sad I've been feeling lately (only S feelings allowed) about everything that's going on. But I just wasn't ready to publish it yet. And it turns out that the act of writing about it was once again a salve, as it always has been in my life. I am feeling much more serene (there's an S again...), despite the fact that today I not only wrangled the kids to daycare alone on time, but also did so while leaving the house in (mostly) immaculate condition for the realtor to take photos of it!! Ta da! I will accept the Superwoman award now.
It's been hard for me to write lately, as I struggle with how much to share. I think of the different audiences that read this blog, and it's hard to know how honest to be. The candidates who would give a lot to be in my shoes, the family members who are wondering what we are thinking, the friends who are rooting us on...for each group I would write a bit differently.
But I'm the daughter of two shrinks, and I think of the blogs I read that were painfully honest and helped me realistically weigh this life, so I'm opting for sharing my feelings right now.
I'm sad about leaving New Rochelle and our cute little street. Which is ironic and somewhat frustrating, because I also remember writing
here about how miserable I was at the thought of staying in New Rochelle and our 'boring NY life' indefinitely. And I realize that I am purposefully entering a lifestyle in which I'm going to do this to myself and my children over and over again. I've been working to reframe this feeling and just be grateful for the time that I spent here. I'm trying to accept that the sadness means that I lived somewhere special that I loved. There are other beautiful places in the world waiting for me to call them home, but I can't do that until I leave New Rochelle.
I've been sad about seeing our house all fixed up and looking prettier. We did our best, but never found the time/energy/money to really make it look nice. I will especially miss our backyard and patio. I couldn't have asked for a better outdoor space, and I feel like we didn't use it enough. But I know at least some of my future homes will have wonderful outdoor spaces, too.
I'm scared and sad about what my children are about to experience in the next few months. 4yo M is so sweet and vulnerable. He is gobbling up news about our move, but I know in his head, he's moving from one "home" to another. Whereas the reality is that this next home might be just for a month. Or 3 mos. Or 12. I mean, who on earth knows? While I understand the rationale behind not telling him too much, especially when I don't really have information to share, I also don't want him to be blindsided when we ship out to Kolkata, for example. I've mentioned that we don't know how long we'll live in VA and it might be for a short time, and he tells me he wants to stay in VA for a long time. Thoughts on handling information sharing at this age would be helpful indeed.
There are definitely other stressors, but those are the ones I can share right now. I am trying to take it just one day at a time. And I am very grateful to be starting this journey, despite the scariness of it all.