The other night, I babysat for Ralphie’s girls. I’d made dinner but it wasn’t quite finished cooking when I left, so I took half of it and finished cooking it at Ralphie’s house, while Bart ate his half at home.
Later, when we were discussing dinner, we both commented that it was a fine meal, but nothing great. In fact, we noted that when we’d first gotten married, we probably would have loved it and put it straight into our (very small) rotation of meals. Now, five years later, it tasted strong and obvious to me – no subtlety or depth to it at all. I sincerely doubt I’ll ever make it again.
Sometimes change is so gradual, you don’t even notice it happening.
I’ve been blogging for over four years now and it is rather staggering, sometimes to reflect on how many permutations my life has gone through in that time.
I started it just as I was finishing up a nanny gig, then there was a year or so of full-time work, then graduate school, then an elementary school librarian, now a stay-at-home mom.
There was Texas and then Boston and then Texas again. There was just Bart and me, then pregnancy, now Bart, me, and Ella.
There is reading, there is cooking, there is traveling. Sometimes there is drama (hello Santa Claus post!), sometimes the echos in the comment section are deafening.
There are episodes of my life, people I know, that are never mentioned or referred to here at all. Like any blog, this one reflects only some aspects of my life.
My life has changed a lot in five years. It makes me feel better about the fact that sometimes I feel a little lost here, like I don’t know quite what I want to say anymore.