It's about paperwork, throwing out paper, saying goodbye to people I love and crying a lot, finding home for some beloved furniture I cannot bring with me...and throwing out yet more paper.
Did I mention the paper involved?
There's a lot of paper. Just threw out 5 bags full in about 1/2 hour.
From now to Thursday morning, it's a straight shot of packing and taking some short breaks to meet with good friends. And a few more pieces of paper and phone calls.
The syllabus is done, the paper is given, some personal commitments have been fulfilled and now I just have to hope: wired money makes it from one bank to the other, the person subletting me his studio does not spontaneously combust, that the movers show up and aren't some weird online fraud with people who answer the phones (unlikely, but my fears no no end right now), that my plane makes it to Iceland and then to NYC without any major issues...like the vast majority of planes do...
That I can actually sleep sometimes rather than just Fucking Freak Out about...whatever...because here's the sad truth. What I'm worrying about is 99% of the time a total red herring. I know this because when whatever the thing I was worrying about is resolved, Voila as if my magic: something Else to worry about.
The rabbit is still here, just by the way - that is comforting.
My landlords are happy for any furniture to stay, which is great, so if friends want some things OK, if not, no worries. That is good.
Now, it's time to chill out as I did some pretty intense personal work today after having a Lovely going away party the night before hosted by my amazing friends Bib and Alison. Was heartbreaking saying goodbye to some people and I envied in advance Bib's huge house (which she shares with many others), as I will be moving into a very Small studio. But it's right next to a park!
I have another lovely friend in NYC who booked a car for me from Newark to her house the night I arrive, which is great. I am threading the needle between the need to budget and the need to make it through this thing without my back out. As my stuff may take 5-10 weeks to follow me, I need to bring enough stuff to last. So that means extra bags...
OK, so enough babbling...I forgot to post yesterday so just wanted to check in. Thanks for reading and be well...
Welcome to my blog..
"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty
When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.
I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.
As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. So blessed for the opportunity and hope to find a more permanent job doing same.
I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with having written a rough draft of a new book and some other projects.
Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.
For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani
Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now.