January 14th, 2008 - 9:27 am
» Priorities
What I wouldn’t do for that face.
I gladly make him sandwiches (he loves pbj). Sew up the tears he and his pals make in his supposedly indestructible (read: expensive) winter blanket. Scratch all the itchy places on his nose when we’re done riding. Visit him even when it is unholy cold (4 degrees today). Give up the apartment I thought you’d have to pry out of my cold dead hands.
My apartment? Is beautiful. The afternoon sun spills in and glows the hardwood floors golden. There is a dance to the kitchen, a place for every footfall and fork. There are archways, and walls of lush burgundy and cheering turquoise and quiet taupe. A deep tub and deeper closets. Lovely white wood molding. Charm in spades, in a little brick building in a wonderful neighborhood crossed with bike paths and littered with good places to eat and shop.
The new apartment is fine, it’s nice, it’s got a gas range and a little balcony and a dishwasher and what-have-you. And it’s closer to work and, most importantly, the barn. I try to think about the 20 minutes a day I’ll save in commute time, but sometimes that feels like a dubious trade-off, like maybe my walls are worth it. I try very hard not to lie awake at night remembering my dorm room in England and all the sleep I didn’t get that semester. When I am consumed with dread I try to remember my sweet boy’s face.
I plan to move all of my furniture in a horse trailer, and that seems exactly fitting. I like such auspicious beginnings.
Kim said: January 16th, 2008 at 4:55 pm
Wait, wait. What happened?!
taintedidealist said: January 16th, 2008 at 6:29 pm
I’m glad you’re closer. I’ll miss the charm of the old place, but hope to meet Everett sometime soon. Shoot me the new mailing address when you get moved in.
rachel! said: January 17th, 2008 at 9:14 am
Nothing bad happened! I’ve just decided to move closer to work and the barn — I’m moving at the end of February. I *adore* the apartment I’m in now, but I’m never home, so what’s the point? The location isn’t convenient any more. The new place is nice; I’m just dreading all the unknowns — like am I trading the lovely quiet neighbors I have now for people who like to blast Celine Dion on repeat at all hours? I doubt it, but you never know.
Anyway, I’m going to be closer to my horse, which is a very good thing. He is cute, and always lets me smoocha-smoocha his eminently edible nose. Everyone must come up and meet him! In another few months he might even be giving out pony rides. (He is so sensible that no one at the barn quite believes he has only been under saddle for three months, but indeed he is still very much a green-bean.)
Bryce said: January 17th, 2008 at 4:39 pm
Please let me ride Ev so Gearbox will stop asking if I’ve ridden him every time I see him. ;-) I’m looking forward to seeing the new place. Be sure to say goodbye to that ungrounded outlet in the dining room for me. We’ve had some good times together, charging my cell phone and laptop.