After spending the last three weeks in painting clothes, yesterday I put on a pretty sundress and took Ginger for a walk. I hadn’t really explored my immediate neighborhood yet, but as my apartment is beginning to feel more like home it seemed like it was time to push my boundaries a bit.
The area I’ve moved to isn’t dreadful by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m not really comfortable with anything outside my four walls. Yet. It’ll come.
And wandering around on foot, taking pictures of flowers and learning the neighborhood, is an excellent way to get comfortable. And so I did. And it was–well, it isn’t home. There are trees, but the houses are ugly. And the streets are much busier. There are few sidewalks. Basically, it’s not a sleepy little historical district of a little southern town.
And I made my way there posthaste. Because if there is a question of do I want a treat during a rather hot walk with a dog who really really wants to run, the answer is probably yes.
Correction: the answer is always yes.
Rita’s Ice Custard Happiness is an Eastern US franchise that offers a variety of dessert-type frozen yumminess. Their cream ice is apparently a hit, but I had an Italian ice.
And they offered like 14 flavor choices. It was awesome. I got the black cherry. And raptures ensued.
Did I say yum? Because omg yum.
And as I sat there, enjoying the deliciousness, I was still irritated by the busy street in front of me. Traffic was whipping by, I could see my house but I’d had to wait for three (three!) crosswalk lights in the intervening distance and it was all just a little too busy for my taste.
And I was deeply uncomfortable sitting alone to eat my Italian ice and even though it was delicious, life still just wasn’t quite right.
I sat there for five minutes or so, giving myself a stern lecture about my feminist responsibility to be ok with sitting alone in a cafe (I’m usually better with that—it’s just that uncomfortable is my default setting right now), when I noticed, behind a hideous fence a few feet from where I was sitting, a little creek.
And I sat and watched the water. And after a few minutes, I didn’t feel so very uncomfortable in my own skin.
And I stopped reminding myself that I had to push my boundaries and be better and braver and stronger and all of the other things that this whole move/grad school thing is requiring of me, and felt—just for a moment—that it’ll all be ok.
And you know what? I think it will.