If My Apartment Were Big Enough...

A chandelier of dishes. Another piece from last weekend's trip to the MoMA. Have a few more I'll post throughout the rest of this week, and then I'll find something new!

I'm starting to think that this is a great use for our dishes... considering that Seth and I both have a strong aversion for doing dishes. I wish I took after my mother in the way she does dishes. They are always done every night, even when all her children were still living at home piling them into the sink. Plus, she had No dishwasher!! The horror! Seth and I are just two, and we still cannot get our dishes done, AND we have a dishwasher! Sadly, the dishes have been the reason I haven't made dinner the last two nights.

I actually put dinner on Seth tonight... could have done it myself, considering I was home an hour earlier than usual. I actually thought he was going to go to the grocery store, get food, and come home to cook (that's what I do... and grocery store stops are a couple times a week since I have to be able to carry everything I buy from the store to my 3rd floor walk-up). Of course, I haven't completely learned yet, but men do Not think and work as women do... Leave this man to his own devices, and I'm eating Phad Thai while he enjoys his chicken fried rice and spring rolls... And since I put him in charge, he doesn't even have to get Thai approved (he'd eat it everyday if I let him!)

One of the reasons I made Seth take care of dinner tonight was my being on the phone with a good friend from home. I'm so lucky to have such great friends. I spent hours (2 and a half to be exact) on the phone talking to Paula, catching up, going on as if we didn't live states apart, as if we were hanging out in the same room, as if we hadn't had as much time between our last conversation and now. Sunday I was greeted by a weekend call from Lauren. And Saturday night, Seth and I enjoyed a phone call from a few good friends who were enjoying a K-State Fake Patty's celebration (and telling people they smelled like cheese... yah, we're not sure what that means?)

Last summer, when I first moved to NYC, I posted about my homesickness and how I missed our friends. A lot. (Post here.) Sadly, I still feel homesick. I still completely miss our friends. I thought maybe by now, 9 months later, I'd be feeling a little better... and maybe I am a little... but I still have the void in my life, the lack of our friends. We have friends here, and we've met a lot of great people... but I am beginning to realize and trying to accept the fact that it won't be the same. But how can it? How can I possibly find people to replace the amazing friends I have? I cannot. It's impossible. My friends are too good to make it possible. (That can't be so terrible, right?)

Despite how lucky I am, I have been feeling a bit down on the friend front here in NY. I'm working on not feeling so sad about it. I'm going to work on accepting the fact that I cannot replace my friends from my former life (the Midwest). I'm going to try not to get down on myself about the friend scene here. I'm going to remind myself that even if I don't remember, it took a while (maybe?) to build those friendships. I'm going to dream of the possibility that every single one of my good friends will consider moving to where ever Seth and I decide to live (you still have the chance to move to NY before we head off on our next adventure... destination unknown). I'm going to be thankful that I have such good friendships with such amazing people. I'm going to smile because I must have good friends if I'm having trouble finding people to fill their shoes. I'm going to send all my friends letters thanking them for being such wonderful people.

Last, I'm going to enjoy the friends we've made here so far and continue to be patient because the best of friends are not grown over night!