"Our most ancient metaphor says life is a journey. Memoir is travel writing, then, notes taken along the way, telling how things looked and what thoughts occurred. . . .This is the traveler who goes on foot, living the journey, taking on mountains, enduring deserts, marveling at the lush green places...as a pilgrim, seeking, wondering." -Patricia Hampl
January 22, 2006
You won't find two cats in the yard--frankly, we don't like cats. But hopefully by summertime you'll see a Japanese maple out front.
A year ago, I was still reeling from a trip to India, where I visited a family of ten who lived in a 10'x15' space, a family of eight who lived in a tiny, two-story apartment, and saw countless people living out of boxes on the sides of streets.
I do not take our fortune for granted; when our bid was accepted, I couldn't help but feel incredibly privileged. So it is with a great deal of humility and excitement that I bring you this news:
After about 16 combined years of parking on opposite sides of the street to accommodate street cleaning and snow emergency vehicles, shlepping groceries up and down countless flights of stairs, and rifling through every conceivable nook for loose quarters for laundry, we are elated to say that none of that will be necessary anymore.
Our house boasts some of our favorite characteristics common to early 20th cent. architecture in the area: built-in bookshelves, stained glass & leaded windows, linen closets, a double-staircase; there's a deck out back (we can finally grill--um, when we get a grill), a strange, small, but functional bathroom in the basement, a cozy, finished third floor, and a big ol' dining room in which you'll be sitting when you come for dinner.
Our first house! We don't close for a while, and probably won't move in until spring, but stay tuned for photos, and please let us know if you'd like to help us paint.
January 01, 2006
After a sumtuous, gut-busting feast of Ethiopian food downtown, it was time to head over to our friends' house to celebrate the end of 2005 and beginning of the 2006. We brought along a nifty drink a friend of Heath's had made, and though we had no idea what was really in it, it smelled good and everyone thought it pretty tasty on the rocks. As the proverbial ball descended in NYC, I noticed that each of us in the living room had something to celebrate: four of us will be newleyweds this year, some had new babies, others, new jobs, had finished another course at grad school. Here's to happy, healthy year! Peace.