It was a chilly early evening, but we were bundled up well. Amelia and I had easily navigated a quick trip on the 42 bus past the Christmas lights in Dupont Circle. I "explained" to Amelia that we were on our way to meet a very special person that evening. We were going to meet a long-time friend who also is a big reason why DC became my second home so quickly. And to top it all off, we were going to have a "fancy night", which is why she was in a dress (and a snowsuit). Yes, we were going to pass the evening with my dear friend Becky at the Ritz.
Becky, who normally lives in San Francisco (but hails from Logansport, Indiana) was my first roommate in the DC area when I arrived here in 1998. Back then, she was the only person in town that I could claim to know and even at that, she was still in London for the first few weeks I was here on the East Coast.
This past week, Becky was in town for business and invited Amelia, Josh and I to spend time with her at the Ritz Club. She assured me it would be super-easy to bring Amelia, and there would be tasty snacks and beverages, which lured Josh and I. Our location is even more delicious though when you consider that Becky and I met in high school Debate Camp and nearly the entirety of our early friendship was spent in Chesterton, Logansport, or some small high school somewhere else in Indiana at debate tournaments.(for some great vintage pictures of Becky and me, see the end of this blog post.) In fact, one of our earliest ongoing arguments involved the GATT Treaty (yes, we were that well-read as high schoolers). We have also been known to visit a truck stop if it was the only place in town to get a decent coffee.
So last night, Amelia and I swung into the lobby of the Ritz—me pushing the stroller—grateful for the door being opened by the well-dressed doorman. Becky arrived a few minutes later, and gazed at Amelia with the eyes of an old friend. She was grateful to see and meet my young daughter, but she is also someone who could also see the story that brought us to that moment together. In some ways, we were so far from those early days of our friendship, but in the most important ways, we were still the same "well-spoken" small town girls who dreamed of the big world out there, wondering which dream we were going to tackle first. Because Becky also has a young, beautiful three-year-old daughter (Hi Maddie!), she could understand the hopes that a small-town-turned-city girl can offer to her daughter from the earliest days.
I've now been in DC long enough that I am now rarely enamored with "fancy" places, but sometimes I have glimpses of my current life and I have to pinch myself. I'm still a Hoosier at heart. I'm not so removed from my roots that I take the opportunities a big city offers lightly. I still giggle when I think that my daughter will know how to fish and which fork to use at a nice restaurant. I still wish that my grandmother and my Uncle Dan could have lived long enough to see this life, strange it may be, that I've carved out. And I’m grateful that my family has been able to so easily accept this "Sara" that is still entirely Chesterton, but is also just as much DC or Paris; Flannery's and the Ritz; American-made cars and the 42 bus. I'm still all of those things and my hope for Amelia is that she is able to take the world that we give her and make it fit her like a glove whatever size or shape that glove might be.
Last week someone warned me, "The days are long but the years are short" and I think that even feels right in these few weeks. Our little Amelia has been with us for 5 weeks now. In many ways, it feels like she literally arrived yesterday, but then I can also recall enough early morning feedings to reassure myself that in fact, she has been here for over 35 days.
So, a few glimpses from these days to share.
18th and Columbia Rockstar—One of my favorite moments since Amelia's arrival happened last night. We were strolling home after a quick dinner out and as we approached the intersection by our house, we bumped into the Sitar Gang (from the Sitar Arts Center, where Josh and I met when I worked there and he was on the board), heading home after dinner (presumably) at Mixtec. Of course, we are always excited to run into dear Sitar friends on the street, and there is usually some sort of low level excitement when we happen to bump into one another, but this was something entirely different. For many, it was the first time they had met Amelia, and it was so fun to share such excitement on the streets of Adams Morgan.
We actually caused enough of a scene that random strangers stopped to see what the small crowd was peering at. We heard one man say as he walked away, "oh, so there's a baby in there." I know that Amelia isn't the first or only baby in Adams Morgan, but those ladies sure did make us feel like it for just a few minutes last night!
Strolling—Our new cool stroller arrived last week and we have put some miles on since its arrival! Even if Amelia is squeaking in slight discontent, once we start moving, she's either happily entertained or rocked to sleep, usually within a block. By my rough math, we've already put on about 8 miles or so. We also have had tremendous luck figuring out how to take the bus with the stroller too! I can actually get myself, Amelia and the stroller on and off the bus without any trouble, which is a huge relief.
Kindness of Strangers—Gratefully, the warmth that I felt when I was pregnant has more than continued since Amelia's arrival. Random strangers have offered seats on the bus, helped me on and off the bus, and inquired about our little girl—all of this without touching her (which I do appreciate in the midst of flu/cold season). People seem to respect reasonable boundaries that a newborn requires but also are just simply sweet with their questions. One woman said, "Thank you for giving me some baby time" as she got off the bus—and all I did was sit next to her.
The birds—Now that I think I spend about 20 hours a day feeding my little barracuda, I now have time to literally watch the birds. Thankfully, I had the foresight to buy Josh a birdfeeder for his birthday. Last week, the birds found it and I will admit that I enjoyed hours of bird watching from my couch this week. It sounds silly, but I had forgotten how peaceful it can be to just sit still.
Thanksgiving—Thanksgiving was wonderful. We celebrated with Josh, Bobi (my mother-in-law), and Craig and Mario (our two wonderful neighbors). Foodwise, we mostly ordered out, but mixed in a few homemade family favorites—potato pancakes, stuffing and cranberry sauce. I enjoyed a delightful glass of champagne, and laughed because it was clear our holidays have lost some of their "order". Josh was changing Amelia, Bobi was also nowhere to be found, Mario had ducked next door to get cranberries and Craig and I were left alone at the table with plates of food but no other dining companions. We weren't sure what to do, but then Craig said, "Well I'm from a big family. I learned that you eat when there is food in front of you." I said, "That makes sense to me" as I hoped that maybe a diaper change and a quick start to my meal would mean I might enjoy a few moments of eating without an infant also needing to eat.
The Other Woman—Amelia officially met the other woman in Josh's life: the Lovely Lucero, who cuts Josh's hair every 21 days. It was a big day for Josh and Amelia, as you can imagine. (Lucero and Amelia share a birthday, by the way.) And after the haircut, Josh "allowed" Amelia and I to join him at Moby Dick's for his mandatory post-haircut kebab!
Damp clothing—Sometimes I think, "Between Amelia's snarfing and near diaper misses and my own 'milk factory', will I ever not be damp again???"
That smile—It gets me every time. It doesn't matter if its 4AM or noon. Our little girl has started to smile just a nudge more often and its the one time when I feel like time stops.
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