sitting
here in limbo:
a newcomer's reflection on change & transition
by lisa horak
My family and I are new to town. I dont
know how much longer I can claim that, but for now its
still accurate. We moved to Asheville in early October, from
Annandale, Virginia, just a hop, skip, and a jump from our nations
capital. Unless you happen to be driving on the Beltway, and
then its more like a marathon than any hop, skip or jump
Ive ever done.
That
was home. This is notyet.
Right
now this is still someplace in between vacation and a whole
new existence. I am still in the stage where I feel as though
we are living in someone elses house and living their
lives. Being in limbo is hard.
We
had lived in our home in Annandale for six years, and in the
Washington, DC area for much longer. My husband and I met and
courted and married there, and our two daughters were born there.
I was raised in Baltimore, Maryland, and aside from four years
away at college, had always lived in the vicinity. Our ties
to the region are deep.
We
left behind friends that felt like family. We left behind my
parentsmy childrens grandparentsaltering an
irreplaceable relationship. My girls, who are three and five,
had a slew of playmates. We lived in a quiet neighborhood in
an excellent school district. We could walk to the community
swimming pool and the elementary school. We had neighbors who
looked out for our house and our dog and our kids. Life was
good.
But
we also had gridlock and too many jam-packed strip malls. It
took my husband an hour to commute less than 10 miles to his
job. We had a sniper running loose. We had the constant looming
threat of terrorism. Life was not perfect.
And
then there was the issue of mountains: we had none. It took
a few hours to drive to where the concrete and development gave
way to forests, but by the time we fought bumper-to-bumper traffic
to get there, we were exhausted. So after playing Where
Should We Live When We Grow Up year after year, we moved
to Asheville. Like so many others, we were lured by Ashevilles
beautiful mountains, funky arts scene, and sophistication. We
wanted to live in a smaller place where we could make a difference
in a community.
So
here we are. And still, limbo is hard.
My
husband is working for an environmental non-profit organization.
My kids love their pre-school. We live in a bigger house in
a friendly neighborhood and we are slowly meeting people. We
marvel at the lack of traffic. The worst traffic in Asheville
is about a hundred times better than that of Washington, DC
on its lightest traffic days. We have found a church that is
warm and welcoming. We have discovered Beanstreets, the Health
Adventure, Chimney Rock, and the view from the Grove Park Inn.
And we have mountainsglorious mountainsrising up
in all directions.
But
we are still missing the crucial piece of the puzzle: close
friendships. We are rediscovering how hard it is to develop
new friendsnot just acquaintances but real pour-your-heart-out
or just-hang-out kind of friends, which are so fundamental to
our lives. Our closest relatives and dearest friends are 500
miles away, and we have no one comparable here. How lovely it
would have been to take all our favorite people with us and
transplant them to this wonderful city.
Sadly,
we cant do that. So my kids are learning the art of e-mail
and e-greeting cards. We make a ridiculous number of long distance
calls to announce the most trivial of news. We send artwork
to and receive packages from our family. And we explore this
new wilderness, just the four of us. One family away from all
that is familiar. One family learning to love a new life.
So
if you see us around looking lost or lonely, greet us warmly.
Were new to town.
Lisa
Horak is a stay at home mom raising two young daughters,
Molly and Isabel. She has written for non-profit organizations
and is the co-editor of Heart of the Land and Off the Beaten
Path, a ficton and non-fiction anthology of nature writing for
The Nature Conservancy. She recently moved to Asheville from
Washington, D.C., and is currently working on her first childrens
book.