photo friday: orange
Orange is a warm color and it is easy to find in our neighborhood. If I could not spot it in the fall pumpkins, spring flowers, or facades of houses, I would be guaranteed to find at least one member of the preppy male population of Georgetown sporting a fantastically stylish pair of orange khaki pants–or shorts, depending on the day’s forecast. (It did not take me long upon moving here to realize that most of the men in a three mile radius of our apartment have a wardrobe which is far more fashionable than my own.)
This has been a beautiful spring, and I can feel the warmth of real summer coming. But I am holding a small ache in my heart these days over the fact that soon we’ll be relinquishing our place here. We have been here long enough to carve out a groove in the shape of our family life, and just when it is feeling whittled to about the right shape and size to fit us, we have to pack our bags and leave. The groove we occupied is going to close up and be caulked over, and this circumstance will never be recreated. It will be a memory.
There are certain aspects of life here that I will be happy to leave behind. There were invisible struggles awaiting us here that I would never have imagined, and which have prevented us from ever settling in to any degree of what I would consider languid comfort. Internally, spiritually, there have been many hard and uncomfortable phases and lessons, hidden from the bright lights of all that constitutes “the public self,” which we drag around to social events (some of which are quite fun). But the achey-breaky sadness over saying goodbye to everything and everyone and the pattern of a life, lived even just for nine months in what is in many ways a remarkable and exceptional place is just unavoidable. I know I will remember this time, both the easy and the difficult, the beautiful and the ugly, the light and the dark, fondly– maybe more fondly than I now realize. So for the sake of Bright Week, and for the sake of the color orange, and for the sake of embracing one another joyfully and forgiving all in the light of the resurrection– even those preppy Georgetown men in their preppy orange pants–I am keeping it on the sunny side of life today.