
We are close to saying goodbye to our old home. Almost on a
whim, six months ago, we trekked across the country and started anew. So many good things are
coming from this adventure and so many unexpected emotions too. There are many
happy times, but there are also many, many occasions where I crave the comfort
and community that are familiar to me. I treasure and cherish my east coast friendships — they run ever so deep. Many of us met as first time mothers,
seeking friendship of like-mindedness. Many of us were pregnant and had our second babies together.
We gathered on a weekly and monthly basis, commiserating, sharing and celebrating. We were
all going through it together. I deeply miss everyone so much.
On the cusp of selling our house and moving on, I remember
the comfort and rhythms we established there. I remember sitting on the couch in our then, sparse house the first time we brought Cooper home. I gave birth to my second baby on
my bedroom floor. After breakfast, every morning, my then 1 year old and 3 year
old, opened the sliding back door to go play in the sandbox. I crave sitting in
the Peconic Bay, like an old lady, in my beach chair. The colors on the wall, the pictures we hung, my favorite antique store and clothing boutique... I miss.
I’m still in transition, not sure what is east and what is
west. I know it was the right time to move on, but it’s also hard to let go.