I really like having a good, thick novel waiting for me at my bedside table at the end of the day. I like certain genres of books (historical fiction, coming-of-age fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction), but I usually pick a book based more on the writing style than the genre. I also read cookbooks, craft books and how-to books. I’ll read the occasional parenting book, though I often find them stressful and loaded. I am thinking about switching my book reading to an electronic reader because after I’m finished with a book it seems so much easier to push ‘delete’ than to find a place to put it.
When Andrew was born I was convinced that we would be leaving Brooklyn very soon and that I didn’t need an urban mama stroller. I wanted something more suburban: easily collapsible, less expensive but bulky, matching car seat. Looking back, it was a silly move. I should have gotten the more expensive, sleek, light-weight workhorse my friends all have. About a year and a half into suburban stroller ownership, our stroller fell apart right under Andrew. I replaced our suburban stroller with the only logical choice, another suburban stroller. I’m not entirely clear why I made that choice, but I remember standing in the store, debating stroller models, and was ultimately seduced by a considerably lower price and a large and welcoming cup holder. That stroller lasted a couple of years as well and has since been replaced twice over. We are now on stroller number 4 with still at least another year or so of heavy stroller use in our future. Here’s hoping this one lasts.
When I am not in Vermont, I tell people that that is where I am from. But when I lived there, everyone knew that I wasn’t really from Vermont. I moved to Vermont in the 6th grade, after my father retired from the Air Force. I went to a private high school that everyone in the town went to because the town paid the tuition (a set-up that is VERY New England). I learned to drive in Vermont, in the winter, with a clutch. When we moved there, there was still 4 digit dialing, and my parents only recently got a street address because only recently did the area get 911 services. I like going back to Vermont and I LOVE that my kids’ grandparents live there. But I’m not sure I could move back at this point. There’s something about it that just doesn’t seem to fit me and I’m not really sure why.
Every summer my parents rent a house in Ocean City, New Jersey for a few weeks and my brother, sister and I bring our families and take advantage of my father’s generosity. This beach vacation has meant different things to me over the years. When I was teenager, it was a hassle. When I was a young adult, I wanted to stay longer, but couldn’t. When I had just Andrew, it was fantastic. When I had both kids, it got a little more stressful, but was still very important. Every year, when I go, I notice all these changes in myself. When I walk down the same boardwalk, passing the same custard stands and t-shirt shops the sameness of the routines and traditions reflect back to me my changing self. And I guess I really like that.