Dear Rhode Island,
Oh, we've had a bit of a love-hate relationship over the past three years, now haven't we? It's OK, you can be honest.
I haven't been so kind to you lately; however, I sure do remember that frigid day I arrived three years ago in January of 2006. Yes, it's true. I hate the cold cold cold. But, somehow, I felt warmed by all the possibilities of taking yet another detour from my once well thought out life plans. My detour included achieving one of those supposedly unattainable goals on my life list and simply indulging myself in all things baking and pastry in culinary school for a while regardless of outcome...and, well, maybe chasing away a few demons in the process. And, you seemed perfect for all of that.
So, we were good, Rhode Island. Really good. It worked and you were a fantastic place to go to school, get part time temp and ad hoc jobs whenever I needed them, and recover from what was certainly the toughest time in my life. And, you know, I met my share of wonderful people here, particularly through my former book/food club and first temp job. And, I won't lie, I also really enjoyed the slower pace and quiet....at first. Oh, and I always love the skies and sunsets here....when it's not gray! You see, that's where the love-hate starts coming in to play. But, thanks, Rhode Island. I mean it.
And, you know, I tried. Really tried to settle down and stay here. But, I grew restless, especially during the long long winters. I'm just not cut out for that anymore. And, how was I going to know you'd be the first to fall apart when the economy started spiraling out of control? Yes, it's unfortunately true that opportunities here are very limited not only due to the size of the state, but the state of the state. So, something kept telling me that you were just a temporary stay and I must....go....back....home.
Home. Now, that's a tough concept for my wandering soul to understand or define these days. I grew up in Wappingers Falls, New York; however, haven't lived there since pre-college days. And, with all the places, spaces, and motion behind me, it's tough to figure out what home is for me. My past includes cities, country, mountains, suburbs, islands, small towns, etc. While it's certainly true that I am flexible and adaptable, it can get confusing. But, that doesn't mean I don't want a home base that suits me well.
What I do know is that there are truly two places I've lived where I felt at home, Northern California and Baltimore. They are so radically different, you know. But, I fantasize about going back and forth between the two. I love the grit and realness of Baltimore, the industrial landscape and the quirkiness that constitutes its personality. Yet, I also love the beautiful blue skies, dramatic coast, stars, dry weather, and land in Northern California. When I visit, I breathe huge sighs of relief because I simply feel calm and connected.
In both places, I am blessed with some of the most amazing people on the planet. Smart, creative, hilarious, compassionate people. People who make me feel lucky to be alive no matter what life throws at me. So, I really can't go wrong in either place, right?
So, Rhode Island, you've been great and all, but I got to get my butt back home. For now, I am headed back to Baltimore where I hope to bake, blog, teach, and earn my keep in a productive creative way. My people are waiting on me.
Thanks for the journey that was the past three years....
Mary
P.S. Don't worry, I'll be doing some baking before departing. Not only do I have a bunch of flour and butter that must be used, but also some people to thank for their kind deeds.