Finding Normalcy (also my biggest fangirly moment with Joshua Bell)
I've been living where I am for 2 years on February 1. The timing was very intentional: Joshua Bell was playing the Kennedy Center on February 11th. I was still married until February 27th and I didn't want to go see my favorite violinist with a guy who was on his way out the door. I didn't want to have to come home and put on my game-face after such a wonderful evening. So I moved. The first year was like a jon boat at sea; sometimes the waters were calm, but in all cases the sides of the boat are unnervingly low and it's difficult to find faith in that flat bottom. I mean, even the Titanic sank, right? After the one year mark I felt more confident, like getting out of the boat and hiking up into the trees. The idea has been, I think, to enter the jungle alone. Sometimes I feel like I'm back in the boat, sailing for the New World with no shore on the horizon. For as long as I've lived in Tiny Cottage, the oven hasn't functioned properly. I ne...