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Complete Turn Around

Phew! I’m just coming off a twelve-and-a-half hour work day, and I can’t tell if I’m exhausted or completely amped.

You guys, so far this week has been a million times better than last week. For one thing, I had a great work day today. After last week’s misery I was granted forty hours of training with a coding guru, and today was absolute bliss.

I guess I haven’t told you what it is I’m doing, have I? I’m learning web design. And HTML, CSS, javascript, and all that jazz. And up until today I’ve been learning it almost exclusively by myself, using various online video tutorials whenever I get stuck, which is constantly. This is not easy stuff. However, this week I’m in serious training and today was so. much. easier. The icing on the Monday Cake was when, after my eight hours of training, I used my new HTML skillz to format all the content on this: thelawcollaborative.com/events.

It’s not fancy, but I’m super impressed with myself. I had to build tables! In HTML! You guys!

But the exhaustion is beginning to catch up with me. My shoulders, arms, neck, and butt ache. But oh! Valentine is doing great. She’s happy as can be, her gum-holes are healing beautifully, and we’ve nick-named her “Gums.” Theo went to the dentist today, and he had to have a tooth pulled too, but only one. We have learned our lesson and from now on we will take much, much, much better care of their oral hygiene, I promise.

Also? It’s been sunny for three days now and I’m in absolute heaven. Even though my face has been pressed to a computer screen for twelve-and-a-half hours, just the sunlight streaming in through the windows is enough to make me giddy.

I love you guys. Thanks for being there when I needed you.

Something. Anything.

wild flowers

Work is going really well, but it is all consuming. In the mornings, sometimes, when we’re able to drag ourselves out of bed early enough, Mike and I have been taking the dogs for hikes, because all four of us need the exercise.  Then I spend the day working and Mike spends the day job hunting. Then we have dinner with my parents, and then we crash. And I just haven’t figured out where to make time for my writing. But I have got to figure it out, and I’ve got to figure it out soon, because I can feel myself getting out of practice.

My bosses are writing a book, and when I finish transcribing it, it will be my job to edit it, which is the part I’m really excited about.  Editing has always been one of my fantasy careers. But in the meantime, I spent over four hours typing today and I swear to you, my fingers ache in a way that I cannot even begin to describe. So for now, even though I miss you terribly, I must let my fingers and wrists rest. There is probably another four hours of typing to do tomorrow, in between meetings and phone calls and Thursday Night Family Dinner, which is surely the highlight of my week.

One day I’ll get back to regularly scheduled posting, and until then, may all our days be full of sunshine and wildflowers.

(I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore.)

In just 7 days

attack of the cards

One week from today we will be somewhere on the road, somewhere in the middle of the country. It will be our first day driving, so we won’t be far yet. We’ll probably be tired, we might be edgy, maybe we’ll be really excited, maybe we’ll just be really grumpy. I have no idea. I cannot believe that one week from today we will be driving home.

There was a minute not too long ago when I really didn’t know if I was ever going to get home again. I’m not talking about visits, I knew I’d figure out how to get home for visits, but there was a minute when I thought I’d be stuck in New York forever. I felt like Alice, stuck in Wonderland, surrounded by griffins and mock turtles and Queens shouting “OFF WITH HER HEAD” while I frantically tried to change shape so I wouldn’t be eaten alive by the droves — there was a minute when I didn’t think I’d ever get out of here alive, and if I did, it would be with my head down and my tail tucked between my legs.

Then we got out of that horrible little bug-infested tenement and we both just started to bloom. We both got more creative and we both filled our life with things we love; painting and writing, going to school, cooking dinner, $6 early morning movies on Saturday’s, Free Friday’s at MOMA, and now, now that we’ve built a life that we love, now that we’re happy to get out of bed in the morning because there is so much to do, now that we’re finally happy is when we’re leaving.

And then.

And then there is that part of us that is so happy because we are going home. Because there is so much to look forward to. Because of the lessons we’ve learned, the work we’ve put in, and the goals we have set. So I know there’s no reason to be afraid, not really, we are going to be fine. The happy life we built on this concrete island will be easily transported three thousand miles and set down amongst the strip malls, the tract homes, and the 101 freeway. But it’s crazy, you know? We got up one day and decided to move New York City, we lived here and grew here and fell in love for real here, and now we’re going home. Six months from now this will all be a memory, this whole thing, this whole section of our life, our marriage, our experience. There’s a part of me that hurts, there’s a little stinging in the corner of my heart, and I know this is a bitter-sweet good bye. Then there’s a part of me that is looking forward, eyes up, heart open, arms wide, and I know that even as this adventure is coming to an end, there’s another one right around the corner.

I can’t believe we’re moving cross-country in a week. Life is crazy, you guys. Crazy and super cool.