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!
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!