We’re making the transition into fall. Colder mornings, hot tea at 10am, and summer flowers passing their prime. As the temps transition, I’ve been trying to make my own shifts as well to adapt to the new normal, or life in the slow(er) lane as I told a friend this week. Mostly I’m having to remind myself that this move back home (and more specifically to my childhood home) was a choice, that it’s a phase, and that it’s not an opportunity to regress. So here’s to taking more action next week, getting out of the house more often, and being easier on myself.
Biking in MA > biking in a city. So much easier to get out for a quick ride here, and I’m finding that I enjoy it a lot more than I used to. #thisis30
Vet trips are stressful for everybody. It feels better when you can hide under a parent’s seat.
My dad’s usually got a project going. I just didn’t expect it would be installing a bust in the woods.
Since moving back to Massachusetts, I’ve been looking for more opportunities to get outside. I would walk constantly when I lived in Jersey City. Everything I needed was within a 15 minute stroll and it was so convenient (and green) to not need a car.
In addition to being a necessity, it was a great pastime. Walking was how I got acquainted with different neighborhoods and slowly but surely made the city feel familiar. Once I walked a block, I could add it to the map in my head of places I knew. It was comforting.
Maybe it was my subconscious helping me accept that I was leaving New York, but during my last few months there, I found that I wanted my walks to have fewer people and more trees. I was grumpy about having to wait at intersections and far too willing to sigh audibly if stuck behind someone slow. Clearly, it was time for me to get out.
Now that I’m in an environment with a lot more trees, it’s been fun to explore some of the parks in the Valley, most recently, Mount Sugarloaf. It’s a quick hike (whether you take the road or trails) that ends with a great view of the Pioneer Valley. You can see south to the Holyoke Mountain Range (check out the Summit House at Skinner State Park if you’re looking for a view from the opposite end of the valley), green farm fields, the foothills of the Berkshires, and of course, the Connecticut River gracefully sliding through the whole picture. My dad and I did the hike by way of some back trails to celebrate my birthday. I might have to make it an annual tradition.
Knowing that this is the scene I have to look forward to in the fall, I think trading in the city sidewalks for more trees was a good decision.
We are officially country mice. The move is done! I’ll do a post dedicated exclusively to the move this week but everything went smoothly and we are all adjusting to a slower pace of life. We haven’t been away from Jersey City long enough to really feel the shift – I’m sure that will come in a couple of weeks when I think to myself, “Wow, I’ve been in Massachusetts for awhile. Shouldn’t I be heading back to the city?” As we settle in and work through this transitional phase, here are a few scenes from life lately (in the sticks).
Now that we don’t live in the middle of a city, riding my bike around is a lot more relaxing. Especially when there are roadside raspberries for the foraging (thanks, Red Fire Farm!).
Hard to tell if she feels adjusting to her new surroundings. I mean, she doesn’t look comfortable at all…kidding, kidding.
The Lady Killigrew Cafe is making the transition to being a “remote” worker a lot easier. I’d go for the sesame noodles alone, but the view and vibe make this spot pretty unbeatable.
Rural living makes evening canoe rides a lot more accessible. My ten year old self would not even recognize me anymore. Canoeing? Voluntarily? Yes, Molly. It’s true.
The impending move began to feel real this week. I did my first round of goodbyes, gave keys to our new tenant, picked up (and started to fill) boxes, and seriously began to consider how life will look outside of NYC’s orbit. Despite the emotional heaviness, this week had its share of fun and absurdity.
I accidentally dented my cab driver’s car with my rogue shopping cart of packing boxes. He was cool with it.
The cat and I fought an *enormous* cockroach that flew in the window. If I wasn’t already happy with the decision to leave New York, that would have really pushed me over the edge.
My coworkers threw me a little happy hour complete with rosé and queso dip. I’m easy to please.
This weekend I’m heading up to Massachusetts with another round of boxes and hoping that I can convince Steve to sneak out for a date night in between lesson planning.