This week marks one year in Annapolis for us. But a big part of my heart is missing New England and in particular, my little patch of backyard nature and the proximity to the ocean. I have neither here. I knew I would miss it a lot but I think I still managed to underestimate how much. This week’s quiltlet incorporates paper maps and reflects my homesickness. This time of year the whip-poor-will in our backyard would be calling out every night at 9pm; barred owls would be having midnight conferences; the towhee’s song would light up my days, and the veery’s warbling downhill melody would signal dusk. Wood thrushes and warblers, salamanders and snakes, peepers at the pond. Favorite beaches only minutes away, with salt ponds full of fish, crabs, and jellies; days spent playing in saltwater and mud. I am sad. I miss it all.
I don’t hate it here, but I don’t love it either. It just is. There are certainly more opportunities here than in Rhode Island, for all of us. There were things we had to adjust to, things that needed to be changed (my daughter’s school, for one), definitely things that give me pause, but also things to be grateful for, like neighbors who can watch children in a pinch, and whom I can help as well. When people ask if I like it here, I simply say, Some things are better, some are worse, and some things are just plain perplexing, and I’m sure that’s true of everywhere.