Moving On

I finally feel settled in our new place. Well, I feel settled in my room. I lit a few candles and bought a few tuberose stems. The room feels like my own. My walls are still empty, but that will take some time. The move went pretty well. Johny came like a knight in shining armor in his brand new black truck. I realized that I’m weaker than I thought. This was a sad realization. I need to lift weights or something.

I like our new place. I think it was a good move and I feel that it marks some sort of transition for me. Maybe I’m being silly and unnecessarily giving the move meaning and significance, but I feel that it somehow makes a difference for my mental and emotional well-being. I do know that we had a lot of tough times at the old place, so maybe that’s what I’m happy to leave behind.

Andrea and I went to the Farmer’s Market yesterday. I absolutely enjoyed it. I will definitely be going every Sunday. The produce was a bit expensive, but so delicious. Everyone gave free samples; Andrea and I almost got full just eating the samples. I ate so much jam. They market was mostly food, crafts and art. It reminded me of my farmer’s market Saturdays in London.

We then went to the beach. It was delightful because it wasn’t too hot and the water wasn’t too cold. We played in the water for a little bit, then slept and read on the beach. A couple of Andrea’s other friends came along as well. It was nice because we didn’t really talk too much. We all read our own books. We must have looked quite boring, but I felt so comfortable and happy.

A group of young people (possibly college students) who came from church (they mentioned this) sat near us and talked about calories, how to diet and other meaningless things. It made me think that sometimes it may be best not to talk at all if the conversation is so empty. I had one of those, “Wow, that’s what I must sound like” moments. I can recall empty conversations I’ve participated in and it’s so pointless. I guess they’re fun, but in the end, it’s just so empty. I’m going to try to steer away from now on. I guess I can’t really help it if those around me participate, but I don’t want to contribute. I got a glimpse into what that looks like from the outside. On the way home, one of Andrea’s friends said “Yeah, and they were Christian kids.” It was embarrassing. It reminded me that I should be careful with my words.

After the beach, we went to a friend’s housewarming party. Maren was an AmeriCorps volunteer, but was hired as a Communications Director at Survivors of Torture International. She’s so kind. Her house was amazing and the company was great. We discussed what kind of environmentally-friendly lawn mowers we should all use. Andrea and I boasted about our new eco-friendly mop and cleaning supplies. Maren’s housemates grilled a tofu hot dog and it exploded into this strange thing. It’s hard to describe, but I definitely won’t be eating tofu dogs for a while.