With a change in scenery…

Tomorrow will mark one week since Mr. Rafia and I have moved into the new place.

All the boxes have been unpacked, our items neatly (for the most part) stowed away. I actually have room to store all my belongings in my closets and cupboards. Buh-bye, oversized Kohl’s bags!

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Although I did save a few for future emergencies.

I am Desi; it’s in my blood. Seeing my mom plan ahead for unforeseeable crises has served me well. Like the time when our upstairs toilet overflowed down onto our dining table. As I watched in horror at the scene, my mom flew into action. Also, I now have space to store these bags in a place that’s not an eye-sore every time I open the pantry door.

I’ve been more obsessed than usual with home-ifying the new place for the past few days. I think that’s to be expected. Though I’m still far from realizing my ultimate vision (right now, “my study” consists of my giant Mickey waiting for my company), I need to get back to a more normal and sustainable routine. Interior decorating is not an activity I wish to turn into a pastime.

This weekend, I’ll be flying out to New Jersey to attend the Sisterhood of Salaam Shalom’s Muslim Jewish Women’s Leadership Conference. When I signed up for it, it was upon Mr. Rafia’s insistence that I go. I was, of course, hesitant. With the exception of my trip to Miami earlier this year, I’ve never traveled solo to a place I’ve never been before (Actually, if the friend I was visiting in Miami did not have a car, I probably would have chickened out). I’ll have to use Uber for this trip, at least on my way back. But I have to say: if the last 11 months have taught me anything, it’s that it’s okay to venture out and “make a fool of myself.”

Actually, it might be necessary.

All those women I see (and know!) who are doing amazing things with their life, they didn’t pop out of their mothers’ wombs exuding confidence. They, too, made mistakes. They just happened earlier on in their life, before I knew them. Sure, I’m a late-comer. But that’s okay. Being “too late” is only a barrier if you make it one. If I want to change and achieve what seem like pipe dreams, I have to be willing to do some things that frighten me.

I’m in a better place now to face (some of) my fears. Is it because of the new home? No, these changes were underway even before the move. But I do feel more grounded now. Moving into a new home seems to parallel this need to embrace change. And the “it’s a sign!” in me is delighted at the fact that all this is happening right before the new year.

Yay for new ventures!

8 thoughts on “With a change in scenery…

  1. I, too, am trying to do the things that may make me feel like a fool. The things that scare me are some of the only things that actually call to me these days, which is pretty awesome. I don’t know if you watch “Friends” but it reminds me of Phoebe running in the park; it’s nice to step outside the norm. There is absolutely no gratification in living your life afraid to do any of the things that actually have a chance of helping you grow as a person.

    Enjoy the conference, seems like an insightful gathering!

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    • Yay! I’m glad we’re both having parallel experiences :) I’ve never actually watched Friends, but I know enough about the show to know that Phoebe was always a bit of a free spirit. I’ve lately been finding myself interjecting in places I normally never would have. Surprisingly, the world does not stop revolving! Hehe.

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  2. I’m late to the commenting party yet again. So excited that you and Mr. Rafia are settling in. I’m sure the home-ifying efforts are going a long way to making the new abode feels just like that — a home. And i hope you know that we’ll all need to see photos of Mickey and your office.

    The conference sounds so wonderful on so many fronts! May this be just the beginning of many, many awesome adventures (maybe some back home to Canada :D :D :D)!

    What you said and what you’re experiencing with the Sisterhood of Salaam Shalom is very inspiring. I’m so glad groups like that exist. It gives me a lot of hope for what humanity is capable of.

    Because I am such an uneducated lout, I was quite confused by your coffee mugs. When I thought “deen” might be an Islamic term, it sent me down an Islamic research rabbit hole. Wow, so many meanings in one “little” word! Thanks for the knowledge, Cake & Cows!

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