As a child, summer meant months of unstructured time. School ended, and the days took on a different rhythm. I spent hours reading, writing, drawing, and swimming. I would make elaborate plans to sew things or build things, and then actually have the time to complete my projects. We sometimes took a trip somewhere new, and usually made a return trip to the ocean.
But this summer, as soon as school is out, we’ll be doing the opposite of relaxing. We’ll be moving. Moving is always stressful and highly traumatizing, but it will be even more so for us since we’re leaving New York. We’ve lived here 10 years and we’re trying something new by trying something old. We’re moving back to Virginia where I grew up.
I am going to miss our dear friends here, being able to stop in at an art opening on our way home from dinner, the sense that you could do anything or eat anything at anytime (although we rarely took advantage of it), my local swimming pool, and all the amazing energy and creativity of Williamsburg.
But New York hasn’t been all wonderful for us—the expensiveness, the lack of green space, the pollution, the noise and the crowds are ultimately what’s driving us away. But I don’t want to dwell on all that. I want to look ahead, breathe deep, and tell myself we’re making the right choice.
Here’s what I’m looking forward to in our new home: a yard, a garden, a compost heap (all related), more space, an office for myself with a door, seeing my family more often, being close to the mountains, not having to suffer through a big traffic jam to leave town, having a more relaxed life, and living in the south again where the spring starts earlier.
I’ll be continuing the Lydia McKenzie series from a more removed perspective, and I hope it will take the series in new and interesting directions. And, besides, it’s a great excuse to return again and again to visit New York. After all, it’s “research.”
Happy Summer everybody!