We are here, I know I've been so quiet here as I try to digest it all, and there is so much to share with you!
The words are slowly coming to me as each day I feel more myself again. The move was so much more like a birthing process than I expected, and I have felt totally out of my skin this past week.
Each day we are doing things to ground us in our new environment and for me the most healing thing yet was our walk after dinner last night. A five minute drive from our house there is an old fort on the tip of an island, where we explored,
and then followed the short trail down to the water,
I have always loved how the beach stimulates each sense, there is so much to find and to feel, it bring me right into my body, into the moment. For the first time in days I was not thinking about everything to unpack and organize at our house,
My parents have been here with us, they have been such a help in helping the kids search out adventure in the experience and to explore Charleston while Frank and I have been unpacking,
I've felt blurry around the edges this week, trying to take too much in at once and to function on all cylinders while exhausted. Even though we had time to anticipate this move, to think about it in each aspect, nothing prepared me for the absolute fact that we left our whole life in Brooklyn when we drove away. What we took with us were our belongings and ourselves.
Now I am relearning who I am in this new place, with no friends, plans and distractions to steal my focus. But there is also a deep hole where those things used to be.
There is a duality in this discomfort, that it is such a gift of clarity for the moment, allowing me to see each part of my self within the whole, to see what remains. To see everything around me with fresh eyes.
And the beach, oh the lovely beach, right here, so close by, with distant views and open skies,
We could get used to this!