This morning, I type to you from a bed where I slept with no dogs getting me up in the middle of the night or crowding me off to the edge. To my left, rain pours down outside the large plate glass of my hotel room and I think it is absolutely beautiful.
My niece Kate and I made a date to meet here as we wanted to do some full moon magic, but she is terribly allergic to the beasts and so we decided to just make it fun– get a kicky hotel room with a great pool, which is what we did. The weather has been one gorgeous day after the next leading up to last night which was warm, breezy and perfect for long conversations over grilled steak and asparagus, heirloom tomatoes with olive oil and mozzerella, and chilled glasses of prosecco.
It’s odd how we could have both so easily talked ourselves out of this– oh, it’s just one night– what’s the point, not worth the trouble, etc– and yet? We had the best connection that I don’t think would’ve happened just chatting over the phone– sometimes getting all the guff of daily life out of the way and being in a neutral (and indulgent) space can open up whole new channels of communication.
So here we are, both tapping away on our laptops— rain steady out the window— and it feels lovely and decidedly indulgent.
A year ago today, there was rain. After a long day of moving house in the midst of a non-stop downpour where the moving van broke down on at the toll booth— the dogs and I huddled on the bed and waited for morning. Boxes were everywhere. Everything felt foreign and raw. I was tired, overwhelmed and nothing felt good. It’s not that anything felt bad– it’s just that it was too hot to close the window and there was a wild college party at the house next door rocking until 3 in the morning and I didn’t yet have blackout blinds so the streetlight poured in– so, we huddled. All of us unsure.
Today that feels like a million years ago. I can’t say that Providence is my forever home. Anything beyond the immediate future drops into mist for me, but I can tell you I absolutely love living here and cannot believe my good luck in landing in a place that fits me so perfectly.
In the spirit of a one year anniversary, I want to list out some of the best bits about Provy that I love, the underbelly of Provy that I don’t love, and put out to the universe some things I’d love to experience in the year ahead. Okay by you? Alright– here we go.
what I love:
The underbelly? Yeah– that’s anything to do with vehicles: parking, registering, repairing.
The year ahead? Hmm, I’ve run out of time– my niece is hungry– we’ve got to hit the road. I’m gonna give it over to the universe– the powers that be seem to be doing me right so far– think I’ll let go and simply trust.
may your day be filled with freedom and all those things you love most–