We are moving. We’ve lived in limbo, intentionally, for fifteen years, avoiding people and places that would remind me of where I grew up and what I had to contend with. This neighborhood has been my witness protection program. It’s not that I live in the country or out in the boonies, but it takes a while to get to the expressway and that’s an important point on Long Island. It takes a while to get anywhere from here. I will miss the privacy of living off a small road. We’re moving to a major road, near a high school and a train station. I’m afraid of being so visible.
I’ve been gradually moving back into the world, going to synagogue again, going to school, and finally moving into an area where I will run into people I knew before. I think I’m ready but there will be no way to be sure until I get there, and take the next step.
When we first moved here fifteen years ago, it was the beginning of April, and the trees smelled like honey. I grew up in a flat neighborhood, with wide green lawns and evergreen trees and tall, old maples and oaks and it was majestic, but monotone. Here it was pink and white and red and yellow. Someone told me that this neighborhood was where the gardeners for the gold coast mansions lived. So they would come home and experiment with color and shape and size and arrangement. It’s a nice story, if it’s true.
I will miss how familiar everything is. I know how long each route is; I know where the hills are, and where the road dips, and where a dog will bark.
I can’t imagine all the smells Cricket will miss from her five and a half years worth of walks in this neighborhood.
I’ve worked so hard at overcoming my social anxieties, and I do a lot better now, but I still panic, I still feel overwhelmed. And then someone walks by with a dog and I’m a chatter box, asking the dog’s name, giving pets and scratches, talking about my dogs, forgetting to ask the name of the human, or offer my own name, or shake hands.
I feel such relief when I see a dog, of any kind. My autonomic nervous system calms down at the sight of a dog.
I’m better at collecting dog friends than people friends. I feel much more confident that I am likeable with dogs. People make me anxious and make me question my value. Dogs just boost my neurotransmitters and make me feel loved.
We made cards for our nearest neighbors and homemade dog blankets for three of the dogs Cricket and Butterfly love and will miss very much. But I felt awkward giving gifts and presuming we would be missed when we leave. And I was worried they would be mad at us for leaving and upsetting the equilibrium of the block. But it turned out that our neighbors loved us in return, and though they will miss us, they wish us well.
A few years back, when I was walking Cricket around the neighborhood, we came across a tree that looked a lot like a chicken. I was still pining for my ex-boyfriend, a chicken enthusiast, and I wanted to believe that the chicken tree was a sign from the universe, that some part of him was still with me. The chicken tree gave me hope. This whole neighborhood has sustained me for fifteen years and offered me small gifts that have allowed me to hope that the future will be brighter and that moving forward will be a good thing.
Best of luck…I’m getting used to my new home, too. Sending you a big tail wag!
what a lovely dog u have and the name “butterfly” loved it…..
Thank you! Butterfly is trying to teach herself how fly. She’s already mastered jumping and hopping and skipping and running, so it should only be a matter of time.
God bless x
my dogs, cats, birds, turtle, children, and finally 3rd husband have all helped me heal deep wounds i thought were never going to close. it takes a while, but it happens, doesn’t it?? animals are precious gifts
Clearly, I need a turtle.
Such a beautiful piece of writing, Rachel.
Thank you so much!
It’s so good for you to know that you and your family are so well-liked by those who lived nearby. Lovely photos as usual! 🙂