I'm finding it hard to discipline myself to sit down and write. I have had several ideas for blog topics over the past couple of weeks, but by the time I have time, pretty much all I have the energy for is sleep.
Transitions are HARD. They are for me at least. Living in a new city, driving everywhere after 12 years of relying on public transportation, working a new job (one that has proven to be extremely challenging) and waiting for our NYC apt to sell so that we can 'settle' somewhere a bit more permanently....all these things seem to be taking their toll. I'll admit that lately poor Megan gets to spend most weekends with Oscar the Grouch.
But I am grateful for the silver linings. Our gracious host, my aunt Kathy, has saved us a lot of money and provided some INCREDIBLE meals...not to mention a lot of laughs. To not have been forced to find a temporary apartment on top of all of the other transitions with this move was a remarkable blessing. And even though I do still have weekly doubts about my career path, I realize how huge of a deal it was to have snagged a well paying job, where I get to work with really cool people, while still living in New York. I also have some incredibly supportive in-laws... who more than showed their grit when they helped us unpack our moving truck, and then pack and unpack it again when we realized the advertising for our rental facility had stretched the truth (aka misrepresented) the size of the storage unit we rented and we needed to upgrade it. They have also been gracious hosts and have allowed us to stay in their gorgeous Frisco mountain house over several weekends.
So it isn't all bad. But it is hard. Denver is not home to me yet. It may not be for awhile. I don't miss New York City, but I do miss the life and routine that seemed to 'work' there without much effort. The truth is I am working far more hours in a more stressful job for far less pay. I'm still learning the ropes at KIPP, without much guidance. Many days I feel like I'm treading water, as though my new life is defined solely by daily stress levels. But I know this is all part of transition. And I know that pain is a part of growth. Fortunately, I have also discovered that taking a deep breath while looking at the mountains helps one gain perspective tremendously.
I also gain perspective when I think about another unit in our family. Surely the transition we're undergoing is minuscule to that of my brother and sister in law, who welcomed our adorable new niece Molly into the world this summer. They're experiencing a whole new set of transitions of their own...and I am so amazed at how well they seem to be doing! We can't wait to see them all at Christmas.
I'm going to need to toughen up before we get serious about parenthood.
Transitions are HARD. They are for me at least. Living in a new city, driving everywhere after 12 years of relying on public transportation, working a new job (one that has proven to be extremely challenging) and waiting for our NYC apt to sell so that we can 'settle' somewhere a bit more permanently....all these things seem to be taking their toll. I'll admit that lately poor Megan gets to spend most weekends with Oscar the Grouch.
But I am grateful for the silver linings. Our gracious host, my aunt Kathy, has saved us a lot of money and provided some INCREDIBLE meals...not to mention a lot of laughs. To not have been forced to find a temporary apartment on top of all of the other transitions with this move was a remarkable blessing. And even though I do still have weekly doubts about my career path, I realize how huge of a deal it was to have snagged a well paying job, where I get to work with really cool people, while still living in New York. I also have some incredibly supportive in-laws... who more than showed their grit when they helped us unpack our moving truck, and then pack and unpack it again when we realized the advertising for our rental facility had stretched the truth (aka misrepresented) the size of the storage unit we rented and we needed to upgrade it. They have also been gracious hosts and have allowed us to stay in their gorgeous Frisco mountain house over several weekends.
So it isn't all bad. But it is hard. Denver is not home to me yet. It may not be for awhile. I don't miss New York City, but I do miss the life and routine that seemed to 'work' there without much effort. The truth is I am working far more hours in a more stressful job for far less pay. I'm still learning the ropes at KIPP, without much guidance. Many days I feel like I'm treading water, as though my new life is defined solely by daily stress levels. But I know this is all part of transition. And I know that pain is a part of growth. Fortunately, I have also discovered that taking a deep breath while looking at the mountains helps one gain perspective tremendously.
I also gain perspective when I think about another unit in our family. Surely the transition we're undergoing is minuscule to that of my brother and sister in law, who welcomed our adorable new niece Molly into the world this summer. They're experiencing a whole new set of transitions of their own...and I am so amazed at how well they seem to be doing! We can't wait to see them all at Christmas.
I'm going to need to toughen up before we get serious about parenthood.
