and….we’re in! Well, ‘in’ in the sense that we were approved and the apartment is for us. We’ll be moving in early July, and these, my friends are my last cookies of this kitchen.
This morning I realized that this home is now at a three way tie with “homes I’ve lived in the longest”. We’ve been in this space for 6 years. Same as my childhood home in Virginia and same as my teenage home in Vermont. But, as this is my fifth New York apartment, New York is the clear winner for “city I’ve lived in the longest”, ringing in at 11 years this summer.
I feel a little sad about leaving this apartment. I mean, I’m definitely ready to go and leave behind the bugs, the broken doorbell, the rotting window frame in the kitchen, the mysterious small hole in the bathroom. But this is the only home Andrew remembers. It’s the home we brought Isaac to the day after he was born. It was the home I recovered from surgery after an ectopic pregnancy. It was the home in which I hid under my blankets for an hour after Andrew was diagnosed with Autism. And the home where I jumped around the living room when I found out Andrew made his first real friend. This home has been a greenhouse of growth for me. And I guess that growth had more to do with the circumstances I faced rather than the four walls I faced them in…but I think when I look back at my years of early motherhood, the events and the space they happened in cannot help but be linked in my memory.
In fact, I know that that’s how it happens. I’m an Air Force Brat. It’s how I store my own childhood: places and events tied tightly together.
And in that respect, I think that this is great time to move on. I’ve felt for a while that I am in my next phase. My both-kids-in-school-think-more-seriously-about-work-phase. It’s fitting that that will happen in a new home. It will keep my memories tidy, as far as phases of my life go. And I’m not sure if you know this about me or not, but I like things tidy.
Anyway, yesterday I whipped up about 150 cookies to give out as end-of-the-year gifts to the people that work with my kids. I narrowed that list down to 17 people. 17 teachers, therapists, bus drivers and matrons to whom I’d like to extend a little gratitude.
And with that, the kitchen is closed. Here’s hoping for many more fantastic baking projects in my home!