I Moved

I moved. Here are a few pics of the new place. I'm pretty much moved in. I'm staying with the minimalist approach to "stuff". I look around and feel at home. I've enjoyed myself, even. But when I look at pics, I feel like it looks like a college apartment, and I don't mean that in a good way.

Well, I'm going to just have to get over that for now. But I do need to make picture hanging a priority. I need this apartment to BE home.

I read an article recently about "being single" or being "newly single", and it talked about cooking and the grief process. It was in NY Times,  For Many...The Hardest Part is Mealtime. I just re-read it and realize it is speaking about widowhood. I, of course, am not a widow. But I have lost my lifemate. There are times when I feel lonelier than others. Dinner is one of those times. I was never a big cook, but we ate together every night. Either takeout or frozen dinners or sometimes a dinner that I made. It's been almost three years since we've lived together. I haven't really known how to manage this part of my new life.

Friday evenings when I used to get so excited about starting the weekend are often anti-climatic for me. The good news (I suppose) is that I'm now able to differentiate between times of day when I feel it the most. It's no longer something that I feel 24/7. I've eaten cereal lots of evenings. It's all I can muster up the energy for. On other nights it's a toasted cheese sandwich. But, I'm trying to build a real life. I have this idea that cooking will make my life "normal". I think eating at home will help me define my space as my home. You know..."Home is where the food is..."

It's been very spotty, this new consideration of making real food. I've never really enjoyed cooking, but I've almost always enjoyed baking. Last year I made a few desserts that made me happy. 

I made breakfast at home both days this weekend. Saturday was scrambled eggs with sausage. I was really happy with my eggs. Today was french toast. I was very happy with that too. I sat at my dining room table with a glass of ice tea. It was actually nice.  

I'm finding several articles that are interesting "takes" on "Coping with Cooking After".  There's even a book, but I haven't found it yet.  Anyway...that's what is new with me.