Moving has become an annual event for me. I have moved so
many times recently that I have a hard time considering anything, other than my
parents’ houses, “home.” It has become a pattern – unpack, settle, pack up,
repeat. Even since I’ve been out of college, I’ve managed to move every single
year – not because I’m an overly indecisive or unpredictable person, but
instead because life has worked out that way.

My moves have not been overly adventurous, or exotic – many
of which occurring within the same college campus, and after college, within
the same region – but, they have all defined significant periods of my life.
There is not one move I regret, nor one that is overshadowed by another, but
until this moment, they have all felt temporary, transient, a step towards a
bigger goal.

But, this time, this move, it’s different. I see my life
finally settling on a direction, pointing ahead, and gaining momentum. For the
first time in my life, I find myself basing my decisions less on the moment and
more on the long-term. In turn, my decisions are more purposeful, more resolute,
and carry more enduring consequences. I’m not entirely sure what sparked this
transition – it could be the fact that I’m getting older or that I’m more
confident in the direction I want my
life to head. Or, it could be that my decisions are no longer simply my decisions, but instead our decisions – affecting not only my
life, but Henry and my life together.
Whatever the reason may be, I know that the path we are on feels good, and more importantly, feels
right. What else can I really ask
for?

This summer quinoa is inspired from the fresh peas we picked
up at the farmer’s market in our new neighborhood in Brooklyn. After a long day
of exploring and preparing for our move, this light summer meal was the perfect
accompaniment to a relaxing night in what will soon be remembered as the last “apartment”
we ever lived in ….

… next up is “home”.