Some resolutions for 5774:
A return to a settled life, albeit in a different house, but no longer in a perpetual state of limbo.
A return to regular blogging outside of #blogelul.
A return to visit friends in Philadelphia, as it has been far too long since I have been back. This shall include a meal at Hymie’s, not only because the food is awesome, but because it was the last place I spent time with my friend Randi, who passed away on Sunday. I will return so that I can remember, and reconnect, and renew.
May we return to Elul in a year, knowing we did our best to fulfill our obligations, and looking to continually better ourselves each day, month, year. L’shanah Tovah.
If you’ve been following along all month, you know that my family moved out of our home a few days ago. And if you’ve really been paying attention, you know that we are not yet in our new home. We have been staying with friends. And this is where I have learned the true meaning of “give.”
Our friends have opened their home to us, and have asked for nothing in return. They have three children of their own, two full time jobs, one au pair, and possibly a partridge in a pear tree, though I haven’t actually seen it yet. Since our own family composition is similar (though no au pair), I know how crazy our day-to-day existence can be. But these friends have taken it upon themselves to open their home to us, and have gone above and beyond to make sure we are comfortable and fed. This is the definition of giving, and we are infinitely thankful for these gifts – that of a roof over our heads and a place to sleep every night, but more so the unconditional friendship, which is so much greater than any tangible gift one could give. Having no actual relatives nearby, it’s comforting to know that your “family” is available to give when you really, really need it – and that you would not hesitate to give to them in return.
I had hoped to blog yesterday. It was my intention. But it did not happen.
We intended to leave our house in the same condition in which we found it, minus normal wear and tear. We hoped that would not be an all day project. It was. But it is now complete. We are out of the house, and comfortably settled in at our friends’ home for a few days until we can move into our new place.
However, I realized this turned out to be a fortuitous time to be too tired to write, as “hope” and “intend” fit together nicely. Our intentions are tied to our hopes. Our actions (intentions) are things we do so that our dreams and desires (hopes) might become reality.
I am hoping for a smooth resolution to the saga of our move. I intend to do everything I can to make that happen.
There are so many beginnings that have just occurred or are about to happen that I did not even know how to begin this blog post.
And now, at midnight, at the end of an exceedingly long moving day, and new day and a new (secular) month begins. I’m ready to see what each has in store.