Seven years ago today, we took possession of our current home. While we didn’t move in for another ten days, I see this as our formal arrival to Maryland.
It still doesn’t feel like home. We had twenty years in Fairfield where we set down one root after another, starting through the kids and their connections, then bit by both through Deb’s church, her fellow knitters, and me through local politics. We had our friends, our routines, and a solid block of time to really make it feel like we belonged.
Maybe it just needs more time. Our roots here are shallow ones, slowly getting deeper. Our community is fully built out and through the dogs we’ve met people, and once again, through Deb’s church. I can’t connect to local politics in the same way here, it’s too insular and county-wide not town specific. I have joined my HOA board, giving back, although I do miss the politics. We’ve made some solid friendships and maybe just need more of them.
Of course, that’s been hard of late. We now see friendly, familiar faces but have to speak across the street or from a distance, which illustrates how it has felt. Everything at arm’s length, not close and warm.
We’ve accepted we’re not going to get ideal pizza here, but have found one place that’s good enough. The same with bagels (although every trip north has us coming home with two dozen better bagels). On the other hand, we have our choice of very good Indian restaurants, and as more new establishments have opened, we can’t keep up with trying them all.
Unlike Connecticut, we’re definitely taking in more culture through the lovely performance venues a short drive away. We’ve become quite fond of the Olney Theater in a way we never quite felt about the Westport Playhouse, both being of equal caliber.
Bit by bit, the townhouse has been customized, making it more a reflection of who we are at this stage of life. As a result, I’ve been perfectly content in my home office, clicking away with my teaching or writing. It’s an ongoing process, which is fine by me.
We have our new routines, some of which have been adapted to accommodate Harley, others our schedules. Deb and I take full advantage of the community’s walking paths, ensuring some quality time together in our neighborhood. Our community. Our home.