In the Blink of an Eye

i used to run around manhattan in high heels.  i’d spend too much of my salary (which wasn’t even close to something i could live on to begin with) on events that required a two-drink minimum.  i’d drop my laundry at my parent’s house and borrow a car to head to boston to spend 48 hours with ABN, every chance i got.  each day, at 4pm, i met oprah at the gym.  i ordered in thai food and sushi and pizza and kosher deli.  i hosted shabbat dinners for 15 in an apartment that had only one window.  we’d feast on multiple dishes based around chickpeas and sing and laugh and learn until after 2am when the night would end with broken guitar strings and empty bottles of cheap wine.

10 years ago i had no idea what i wanted my life to look like.  i had no idea i’d trade in the big city for the ocean air and the shade of the mountains. that i’d pack away all of my high heels, even my black and white, patent leather, peep-toes (thanks dad) in exchange for chuck taylors and pink crocs.   that i’d stop dreaming about inventive and inspiring teen-programming and instead spend my nights envisioning rainy day activities for a toddler.  that i’d require good wine and that i’d rather listen to an old record on my couch than discover the latest and greatest in a dimly lit and crowded club.  that the best performance would be listening to EBN sing to herself.  that watching a toddler run would be better for the soul than any form of exercise.  that ABN would continue to be the person i’d travel the furthest for.  that i’d stop eating chickpeas in favor of…bacon.  that i’d be hosting passover – for my family and friends, on my grandmothers’ (plural) china.

it’s been a crazy ride over the last 10 years.  and i wouldn’t want it any other way.

pacifica for life.