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The Middle.

December 8, 2010

Let’s start at the very beginning.  The very best place to start.  At least according to Julie Andrews.  Since last writing, I moved out of Tony and Kathy’s and into a lovely little house with a lovely view of the highway from my bedroom.  But rather than close the blinds on the perpetually small balls of light streaming through my window, I watch them and try to remember that I too ought to be perpetual.  I also try to imagine the subtle wooshing of tires on wet pavement as a river passing along outside my window- which helps me sleep but also makes my bladder a little too active.  Go figure.

In this lovely house, with lovely views, live four lovely girls.  Our names- Sarah, Jackie, Emily, and Meghan- are proof enough that we were all born in or around 1987.  We hail from the Oregon coast, Hawaii, Austen, and of course Denver.  We all have grown up jobs, cook dinner for one another, and get a little too excited over the pursuit of the perfect happy hour.  It’s been three months of togetherness and either the honeymoon stage has yet to end or we all mesh exceptionally well.  I like to think it’s the latter.  As a house we all share a very open view of community.  Generally, all are welcome whenever they are in need of a shower, a meal, a couch to sleep on, or simply a good time.  I recently had a group of friends in town for about 3 weeks and without having to ask, the girls offered up the spare key and a “you’re welcome any time” policy.  It’s hard to describe how appreciative I was after that, and suffice it to say, I like these girls and count myself extremely lucky to have found them on Craigslist of all places.

I finally found a job nannying for three litttle ones.  It’s strange to think I could have an impact on anyone’s life- but in an attmept to be more intentional with all of my relationships, I’ve noticed that the boys (ages three and five) love it when I say that it’s fine to be exactly who they are, that their jokes are hilarious (even though they usually aren’t), and that it’s just fine to wear your cape to school if you need a little extra courage that day.  Going into work each morning, armed with a mission of creativity and self-expression make the rush hour traffic and early morning wake up calls worth it.

So what am I learning during this season?  The Middle.  Where my furniture has been moved in and I’ve started to grow some roots.  Where I can no longer decide to deflate my air mattress and run home whenever the mood strikes a lonely tone.  The Middle isn’t glamerous.  It’s not mysterious or even exciting, really.  It’s where the real work is done.  I’m having to actively build up a life around myself, stacking the brick and mortar by hand.  It’s tiring, and I’ll be honest, I get lazy a lot- growing comfortable with my little community I have tucked snug around myself.  And I’m not saying that particualr community isn’t worth praising, but I also need to be like those headlights that pass by my window every night- perpetually shining light into new lives and illumiating new experiences.

So that’s the next step in this journey- gather up meaningful experiences, widen my community of relationships, and keep adding to the list of reasons why I love this city.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Aunt Cindy permalink
    December 9, 2010 3:54 am

    Thank you for sharing Sarah. I’m happy that you are happy! Can’t wait to see you at Christmas. Much Love,
    Aunt Cindy

  2. Susie permalink
    December 9, 2010 6:18 pm

    Ok, when you said that they are a traditional family with a fairly non traditional nanny I immediately thought of Mary Poppins! LOL! And you truly are a Mary in a new and different way. Mary would be proud. I think you are doing what she would do; making the best of where you are,,,or I hope you are. You are such a light Sarah; just be yourself wherever you are…you always make me laugh whether I am with you or reading your blog. Sooooooooooooo as Ms. Poppins would say ” be “supercalifragilisticexpealijosis wherever you go”!

  3. December 13, 2010 2:56 am

    I love how honest this post is. The Middle. Still. A pretty darn good place to be:) I would take a trip to your middle any old time. xoxo

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