July 24, 2017
Smiling as I begin to write. It’s late and I have scrolled through my “research” photos. In these evening hours I always miss our little brown dog as I see her sprinkled everywhere. ANYWAY….we are wrapping up the final week in our 9th floor apartment that has become quite dear to me. I knew when the leasing agent brought us through the door to see the view, yes, we’ll take it, and after a lot of looking this was it. There were little signs, but mostly a knowing with faith that our next chapter would begin here. I was open to the possibility, anyway, which is really half the battle, isn’t it? The structure to the very left wasn’t even in our line of vision when we arrived, and it’s just about finished now. Progress.
What you don’t see in this zoomed in photo that I chose from summer sunrise, is the vast tree line of the Riverway and Emerald Necklace that I have had the honor and privilege to watch through two full calendar years. Lush green, autumn patchwork, barren winter, blanket of snow, more bare and eventually the lush green again. I learn so much about myself through the mirror of the seasons. It is different to be perched high above the world, watching the sky always, spotting birds, planes from Logan, and close by helicopters arriving at the nearby hospital rooftops. We face east, so sunrise is inescapable, unless I sleep through it, which is a possibility. I do love being a part of the day at daybreak though. There is something magical in those morning moments of quiet and shift from night to day.
There is so much I love about this view. Off to the left is the glow of the infamous Citgo sign, which I never really understood when I visited here. A big old gasoline sign with a triangle logo. Big deal. And it has grown on me as I have inhabited the airspace with it. Tradition and landmark, it marks a spot in the city as well as the glow of the lights of Fenway Park. Which I have truly come to love and appreciate in my new residence. Something about the dome shaped glow gets me. As if I need to go over and be a part of the game or concert, how am I just here cooking dinner? The lights!
And ironically, this morning I walked to our new spot. Only the second floor. Also a pretty view, and on the way home, I paused in front of the bagel shop where Jack and I ate breakfast the first morning we arrived to unpack our things. I was wanting him to feel okay about our big change, and it hit me that our suburban life was shifting gears. I always say “you never know what is around the corner,” as an act of faith and surprise. It’s true. There are always my plans and then there is what happens. Our new apartment is literally around the corner from the bagel shop, and I had no idea when I arrived for our first apartment dwelling walking in the city breakfast that another nest was waiting. I wasn’t ready. Because there was so much growing and connecting to be done in A909. I am grateful I can visit. Whoever lives here next is as lucky as we have been. I fell in love with this new chapter through this view. And for that I am truly grateful. “You never know WHAT is around the corner.”
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