It’s been six months since I last posted. I never gave you all a round-up of my deliciously fun Julia Child birthday dinner. I didn’t tell you about the Un-Turkey Day feast David and I served in our new apartment (we served brisket to our families the Saturday after Thanksgiving). I haven’t told you of our new, beautiful dining room table (though now I have – see it below? I’m in love with it). I haven’t shared with you my new burr coffee grinder or my discovery of carrots as a delicious mid-morning work snack (whole carrots, not the yucky baby ones).
Maybe it’s because when you move across the country like we did this past year, you rip up so many roots, realize what you’ve left behind, and spend a lot of time discovering all the wonderful new things around you. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so much energy on being in Oregon (yay!) and not with my friends in Boston (boo!) that I haven’t had the strength to log on here.
A friend of mine told me the other day about a pastor who traveled for a few weeks with a nomadic tribe in Africa. One day, all the men in the tribe packed up their tents but instead of moving on, they just sat down on the ground refusing to continue. Nervous he had done something to offend them, the pastor found out (through several translators) that they had decided they had traveled too far the day before, and had to wait for their souls to catch up. So they waited.
I feel like my soul, or whatever you want to call that part of my being, took the road trip we didn’t have time to take, and then decided to extend it to include some sightseeing. It’s probably in the Chicago art museum, or maybe it’s made it to Glacier National Park. I’m not quite sure, but I know it’s not yet here with me in Oregon.
And that means, it’s been hard to blog. I haven’t decided what I want to have my next identity here be. I wrote an entire Master’s thesis on the meaning of online identities but I have no idea what mine is yet. I’m now working professionally in educational tourism, and while it’s a seemingly simple jump from there to culinary tourism, I don’t know what that would look like on this blog. This site has gone from an unsuccessful attempt at crowd-sourcing recipes, to a journal of my Fulbright year, to a chronicle of my degree in Gastronomy, to a half-hearted attempt at continuing the blog through photography and various food topics. Now, I’ve suddenly lost my narrative.
So bear with me, as I wait for my soul to catch up and I find my virtual identity. I promise, in one form or another, I’ll be back.