I want to catch up with everyone directly and will do so...but until then I thought a blog might be the quickest way to update my wanderings for the past 4-5 weeks.
After 18 years in Seattle, I decided to move back East. I looked back through my email to locate the exact date when the "Go NYC" button was pushed -- when the idea went from seedling to concrete timeline. On May 12th (2007), I replied to Debra that YES I would like to sublet her East Village studio. Here's what happened then:
- I sold my house (it closed on Aug. 24)
- I sold my car (the day before I left town)
- I sold or donated about 2/3rds of my stuff (furniture, books, etc)
- I took a one way flight from Seattle to JFK on Aug. 29th
As many of you have said, sometimes validation for one's choices [esp. a big scary transition/change] arrives in the form of pieces nicely falling into place along the way. I am happy to say that, so far, that's been the case. I spent Labor Day weekend at Lake Desolation (our family's sweet camp, just outside Saratoga We've been spending summers there since I was 8 yrs old) with pals from NYC: Claire and her son Quill; Anne and her sister Jayne, with Jayne's daughter Charlotte).
I was so grateful to see them all, since I think I was in shock for that whole first week ("wha...what just happened?!"). Another Lake D pic:
Not a bad place to recover from shock, eh? My brother, Thom, generously loaned me his summer car -- at 1991 red saab convertible -- for the month. Quiet mornings at the lake, gorgeous weather, and beautiful drives (top down!) up and down the mountain (in Seattle terms, really a hill) to get into town (15-20 minutes), helped calm my spirit and bring me back to earth. I spent most days in Sept in town, going to the gym, shuffling through my boxes in prep for move to city, fretting about jobs, seeing family and friends, taking nostalgia drives though Saratoga. The most fun: experiencing the hubbub leading up to my sister's wedding. I felt so glad to be there for it all -- as usually I'd just be flying in for a long weekend -- and it felt like one of the happiest times I can recall for the Healy clan. Campbell (Kelly's husband) is a wonderful man -- just a lovely, lovely person. I got to meet the rest of his family, too, and they are fantastic -- a bunch of artsy bohemian intellectuals via Belfast, London, and Sydney. I sound like one of the stepford wives at this point (everything's great!!) but it really feels like a blessing. I am so happy for my sister and my whole family. The wedding was gorgeous and we all danced like goofballs. And, for those who know me well, you'll be happy to know I didn't blubber throughout the whole wedding -- just a few tears, but I was mostly grinning like a fool. Here's Kel and Campbell during their first dance and next day at the lake:
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