traveling from home to home
Dec. 1st, 2002 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksWell, I have returned to Bryn Mawr. This having-put-down-roots-in-several-different-places thing is very weird. I mean, at Ruth's there are the kitties, and the wall art, and Ruth's darling family, and New York, which I know much, much better than I had thought I did, and bookstores and restaurants and time to write and the joy of living with my best beloved. And at Bryn Mawr is all my work and all my life-as-it-now-is and most of the other significant people and my most-loved possessions and the musical groups I'm in and the campus itself, the place I know better than I know any other place in the world. So whenever I'm in one place I miss the other very much. Of course, it all works best when Ruth is here, but that is not a permanent state of affairs, after all. And even then, I miss Boston people and nii-chan. We all need a big house.
The rest of my Thanksgiving break was great. Ruth and I did Chanukah with her family, and they were so wonderful to me. Each of the younger generation in the family gets to light a separate menorah; they had one for me. Ruth's aunt made an entire special batch of latkes for me that didn't have onions. On her own initiative. (I memorized her latke recipe.) I got an equal share of the Chanukah gelt, namely some really good-quality and cool-looking chocolate money, and not only did Ruth's cousins get me Chanukah presents, but so did her aunt. In short, they treated me like a member of the family, and that small lingering awkwardness I had previously sensed whenever they were presented with the person who is, y'know, doing Unnatural Things with their daughter/granddaughter/niece has almost entirely vanished. It was fun. And there was some surprise that I actually knew the blessings. Absurdly enough, I learned them in Catholic school, where they were very carefully recited every year at the behest of our (extremely Catholic) religion teacher.
So life is good. Mostly. I have a cold, but what else is new?
Angst-O-Meter: 1. *achoo*
The rest of my Thanksgiving break was great. Ruth and I did Chanukah with her family, and they were so wonderful to me. Each of the younger generation in the family gets to light a separate menorah; they had one for me. Ruth's aunt made an entire special batch of latkes for me that didn't have onions. On her own initiative. (I memorized her latke recipe.) I got an equal share of the Chanukah gelt, namely some really good-quality and cool-looking chocolate money, and not only did Ruth's cousins get me Chanukah presents, but so did her aunt. In short, they treated me like a member of the family, and that small lingering awkwardness I had previously sensed whenever they were presented with the person who is, y'know, doing Unnatural Things with their daughter/granddaughter/niece has almost entirely vanished. It was fun. And there was some surprise that I actually knew the blessings. Absurdly enough, I learned them in Catholic school, where they were very carefully recited every year at the behest of our (extremely Catholic) religion teacher.
So life is good. Mostly. I have a cold, but what else is new?
Angst-O-Meter: 1. *achoo*
