I said to Mike the other night that I want my old life back. Which isn’t exactly true… in fact, it’s mostly false. I adore where we live – both the city and the dwelling. I love working in Boston again, rediscovering old haunts and staking out new ones. I am incredibly happy with how this move has helped me physically, and how the clean air, slower pace and quieter surroundings have been for our mental health. Making this move was the right thing at the right time, and I have no regrets. But it has come with a price.
I step out the door in the morning, and I don’t arrive home until almost 13 hours later. It’s a long day for me – for both of us. And I still cook, most nights, and there have been so many meals over the last couple of weeks that I have wanted to share here, but I just can’t seem to make the time. Heck, I can’t even keep up with comments, email, any of it.
My new laptop is great, but I’ve been less than impressed by the MBTA’s free wi-fi. Service is spotty, if it works at all, and the time I thought I could carve out at either end of my commute to process photos, draft and publish blog posts, and generally keep up with life on the internets just hasn’t materialized. And I miss it.
It’s funny, this thing we do. You read someone’s blog, look at their photos, get a glimpse into their homes and their lives. You comment and reply to comments. You make connections. And being away from it, not having the time that I would like to have to keep up with this little part of my life has been difficult and frustrating. And yes, I suppose the fact that when I get home at the end of the day, I’m mostly interested in sitting with my husband and the cats, having a cocktail while we talk about our day and prep dinner rather than rushing off to get online means that my priorities are where they should be, but I miss having the time to fit it all in. I wish there were more hours in the day, even just one, so that I could fit it all in.
I hate to complain, because in the grand scheme of things, this is so very minor. When I started this blog, it was a way for me to catalogue what I was cooking, and in a way, to keep track of what was going on in our lives at the time. When we decided to move here one of the first things we did was scope out the food scene, and eating our way around our new city has been a wonderful experience that I wish I were keeping a better record of.
Summer’s here, and as we all know, it goes by far too quickly. Here’s hoping I can save a few snapshots of it for posterity.