Garden fix

Let’s face it-for those of us that love gardening and cultivating indoor plants~~February can be a real challenge. After the holidays, as the days start getting longer one minute at a time one naturally starts mentally planning for spring.

Last weekend here in Chicago it was a real double feature-3 day weekend AND record breaking warm temperature! My daffodils and tulips are about 3 inches above ground right now.

Then temps dropped into the 30’s and I woke up to snow flurries yesterday. I usually visit a local conservatory each weekend with my grandson but I pulled out the big guns today and visited the Orchid show at the Botanic Garden.

I think this should get me through the next week or two

Feeling like a New Yorker

I’ve been in New York about a month, at my new job just over two weeks. The MTA, in my humble opinion, does not blow. I can see how difficult it may be being pregnant and with a kid but I think on the whole it is quite reliable and even entertaining.

A few examples just from today-

  • A man sat next to me and proceeded to cough~forcefully and frequently~I wanted to say quietly…and have you seen a doctor for that cough?
  • A very strong, muscled black man parked himself legs wide apart right in front of me (sitting), ahem..this placed his crotch within 12 inches of my face and with no place else to divert my eyes on a crowded train.
  • Two moms with two strollers and a gaggle of munchkins like they were walking through a park…during rush hour…really?

So, I left work with my new set of co-workers-4 of us all heading to the same subway station before we got on separate trains~ A & C trains….Uptown and Downtown.

That’s when it hit me-I’m a New Yorker!!

back to school! er, I mean back to work!!!

The move, the transition from living/working in Chicago to New York City is complete…all that is left is being handed my new ID badge at orientation tomorrow morning! It’s become apparent during the “on-boarding” process that I actually accepted this position back in May-May 8th to be exact- I saw the offer letter last week.

No one can say this was a lightening fast, flash decision, in fact it almost didn’t happen at several junctures for many different reasons but every time I felt it was the best thing to do at that particular moment-given the complicated circumstances.

I suppose the “correctness” of any major life changing event is understanding how you got “there”~whatever, wherever “there” is. As I sit here, at this moment in time, on the eve of starting a new job I feel pretty good about the whole thing. Basically, my old job had become untenable-I am still working on a lawsuit against (not the hospital) the lawyer who missed the deadline to sue the hospital, my old boss left and was replaced by a very naive, pollyanna director who would have driven me crazy. On this end I have been welcomed into a very stable, organized department at a verrrrry posh hospital (#1 in NYC).

Of course there are trade-offs-in this case: my garden, my boyfriend, my cat.

Too soon to know how it will all play out but I am hopeful!!!

Summer vacation

My summer is starting to shape up nicely. I will likely, with the support of my children,  transition to working in New York City. My working life is mere facade of my real life. Having some 34 years ago married a New Yorker it was inevitable that I would split my time between the two cities. We joked about living in Ohio and have passed off children(mine) in hotel rooms in Youngstown but now it looks as if my life will forever, truly be split between these two cities

One son in New York and a daughter and son in Chicago

Mix, shake and stir

Now add in the third city, Los Angeles…LA….My very good friend with two young daughters lives there.

As I make my job transition plans, the opportunity to take a full 6 weeks off exploring the west coast has become an exciting possibility.

Yes, I can see myself driving around California, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado in my Fiat 500!!

 

home sweet home

Those words can only be understood by people who, like me, travel away from their “home”.  Staying safely tucked in your comfort zone excludes one from being able to legitimately appreciate the weight of relief that one experiences as you fall into the zone of knowing, which is home.

It’s a transition from the “where am i?” feeling to the “i know where i am.”

I have a few “homes” ….and am about to carve out a new one. How crazy am i?