Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Dance With Me...

October 21

Blogs are a fascinating medium. They are like a diary, but everyone in the world can read them. We send them to our friends and
invite them to read them. Jimmy and I have both met people who read our blogs and don’t know us from anywhere else. There are things I write here that even my closest friends and family might never know because I simply don’t have time to tell them all. I often (is this awful, or just sensible?) catch myself telling them to read the blog. I mean, I’ll answer the question they’ve asked but I also feel that I already worked to hone the story to just the meaningful parts in a coherent way so read it and then if you still want to spend the time we have together honing that down even more then we might get more juice out of the conversation.

On that note there are people in my life who don’t know a lot about Jimmy and how we came to be here together. Certainly there are people who read the blog, who’ve never even met us, who don’t know. So I decided to write about him because I’m a relationship coach so I imagine you wonder, and because he is often the splendor.

Jimmy is a 32 year old artist originally from Milwaukee and lately from San Diego. We met on the internet. I was looking for someone fun to do stuff with until I left for Italy. We built a relationship together with intention and purpose and we decided to create this adventure together.



My friend Linda often says to me, if I complain about anything in her presence, that I should be happy because at least at the end of a bad day, I have Jimmy. It irritates me when she says that, but she is right. As I move along this path having a gentle, caring and patient partner makes the whole thing that much easier to manage. Not just because he is a warm hand to hold and he does more than his share of heavy lifting when there are things we need to do, but because he makes me laugh. Every day, most of the day. Sometimes, if we want to get anything done we have to separate ourselves, like my mother used to do when my sister and I were too wound up about something to sleep. We play and laugh together all day long and it lightens my heart like nothing else.

Jimmy and I are here together because we share some very deeply held values. Above all things we each value Experience and Learning. We aren’t adventure seekers, though we may encounter adventure. There are many things about us that are different and we treasure those differences. Still, if you took a list of each of our top 20 most deeply held values, there would be very few that didn’t match, though likely scaled differently.

When we go to pick things out for our new apartment we often have very similar tastes. When, on rare occasion, we differ I find myself a tiny bit irritated because I’ve gotten used to it being easy and the small amount of work it takes to get us on the same page seems suddenly unreasonable.

Jimmy reads things I don’t. I read things he doesn’t. We've led very different lives. We talk a lot about what we know, think, feel and believe from our very separate perspectives. It allows us to show up as individuals. Many couples have, or perhaps believe they have, the same opinions and thoughts about the world. I imagine that makes it really boring, perhaps even unnecessary, to have conversation over dinner. Jimmy has been one of my greatest teachers and he calls me his teacher as well.

So there you are. We care about the same things, we like the same things, we are interested in one another, we laugh a lot, we share burdens, and, (this is the best part I think) he regularly dances me around the living room in my bare feet and every time I feel completely loved and safe.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Simple Things Are Free...

October 14th

It is raining in Buenos Aires. I am resting at the end of a full day. These days don’t seem to wear me out the way they did when we first got here. I have to remember to pass that along when we meet people who are new. I can’t explain why, but something about moving here was very exhausting somehow. It feels as though it has passed, or I have adjusted, because I don’t feel exhausted at the end of the day any more. Some parts of life have gotten more intense here, but I am starting to notice that home life is simpler and slower.

We have small gatherings with friends more often. We eat simpler, I’m still a good cook and the food is wonderful, it’s just more basic. It makes for good leftovers. It makes you feel healthy. We don’t have private rooms of our own any longer and so life is closer. We make phone calls to friends and family and even if one of us doesn’t talk we are intimately involved in the conversation. With Skype.com we can talk to people at home cheap or free and we can also hear both sides of the conversation in the room. I notice because of that I don’t call people unless I really want to talk to them. I am acutely aware that I am in my partner’s noise-scape when I talk and I want to respect that. Jimmy would not have me miss talking to a friend, I call when it matters.

Maybe really that is what I mean when I say that life is simpler in some ways. Maybe simpler means pared down to what matters. As I look at each day I notice there are things on my priority list and they are doable and planned. Whatever else I can accomplish with the time left is extra. I can list what matters and it isn’t a long list:

Yoga
Jimmy
Good, Healthy Food
Writing
Working
Friends & Family
Reading

Moving to Buenos Aires has changed me and how I move in the world forever. I will always be different for having had this experience and I believe that one thing I have discovered in the Southern Hemisphere is that the simple things in life are best.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Rock Solid...

October 10th

Busy and hectic, life is also becoming somewhat routine. Jimmy and I spend our days searching for a space for our business, looking at materials for our apartment and doing the common every day things people do in the places they live. We are not yet in our own permanent home but we are settling in to life in Buenos Aires nonetheless. We vote, though in the American election. We shop, though for somewhat different foods. We cook, without some of the things we had grown accustomed to. We take days off, though there are always more things to do. We work, though we don’t yet get paid.

There are some things that are the same no matter where you live. Buying granite for your kitchen and bathroom counter tops is one of those things. Buying granite is also, bar none, my favorite part of remodeling a house. Let me explain. First, you get to go to the granite yard. I never buy from stores. They only have a few of the most common types and they display them in small tiles so that you can’t really see the pattern and movement and color of the stone. That’s not for us. We went to the granite yard, a big warehouse on the outskirts of town where they have tons of granite, row after row, lined up on big display racks. Each aisle holds surprises and every corner turned is another amazing piece of natural beauty, cut and polished for my visual pleasure. Granite isn’t just beautiful either, it is a joy to touch. Somehow, someone thought to pull this beautiful stone from the Earth where for thousands of years it has compressed into something hard and durable, and slice into slabs of color and then polish it. It is shiny and smooth and cool and I love touching it. I love the granite yard because I know how much I am going to love the granite. When each of my houses was complete I always loved all the work we did, but cooking in my kitchen on my granite was a daily reminder of the work it took to make the house a reality. The craftsmanship of forming and installing the piece is amazing to me as well.

Jimmy and I took our time and went up and down the aisles surveying our choices. We chose our 2 favorite pieces, one for the kitchen (White Splendour - the word splendor is becoming a common theme for me here) and one for the bathroom, and put them on hold for the craftsmen who will work and install them to come and pick up. Suddenly, for the first time really, I am beginning to be able to see myself living in the apartment and I can imagine working in my kitchen, cooking meals, Jimmy sitting across the counter as I prepare our dinner and working on his computer or watching television with me, talking, sharing time together. I look forward to those days. There is still much work to be done, but it is beginning to feel like a thing with an end now. The granite, solid and comforting, cool and beautiful, is on it’s way home.

Monday, October 6, 2008

In Case of Financial Crisis, Go Shopping...

October 6th, 2008

Today we bought a kitchen. You’ll recall we’re remodeling our apartment and we went with the architects to purchase the things to furnish the kitchen. We bought Fagor appliances, a Spanish brand. I had never heard of them. All of the things we're buying for the house are different than they are at home, in the states. The shapes are different. The names and finishes are different. The price isn’t any different. That’s the only thing that’s the same. Between the stove top, oven, microwave, flooring for the bathroom, sink, faucets for the kitchen, washer and dryer, dishwasher and hood I spent a great deal of money.

When we were done we were exhausted but we set another date with the architects to go for granite on Friday. We really want to get the space finished before Christmas so we can move in and stop paying rent. That’s the one cool thing about paying cash for a house. When it’s ready, you just move in and live there, and that’s it. It’s paid for. That will be a new experience. No rent. No mortgage.

It has been 3 months since we arrived in Buenos Aires and we are no closer to finding a professional space than we were when we got here. We look at every opportunity though and trust that we'll find what is right soon. I wish we had one and were getting it ready to open. I am also glad in this moment not to be doing both things at the same time. We are pushing through our work with the remodel of our house so that when Don arrives in a few weeks and we are closer to getting down to business we’ll be free to concentrate on that.

As all of this happens around me I am holding in my mind constantly the situation in the US. The place we’re from, where my money still lives, is in the midst of an economic crisis of reportedly massive proportions. Still, mostly, I am not scared. Jimmy and I are moving ahead with our plan because, well, because really we have no other choice, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. I simply mean that what other choice do any of us have? We are here on Earth and it is our duty to ourselves, to our families and communities, even to the Universe, to get up every day and step up to what is in front of us. It is our duty to march, unceasingly, in the direction of our dreams and to hold firm to our course no matter how the wind blows. And the wind will blow. And it will cease to blow. And we will still be here. So I ask myself, “Annie?” I say, “what if there's a depression, or even a recession, in the States, or here?” And the answer I give myself is that whatever there is I have no choice but to carry on. What would I do if there was a depression? Would I wait to begin my life? For how long? Until it ends? How would I know when it ended? How would I know when it was time to resume living? What else would I do with my money anyway? Where would it be safe? I don’t believe there is any use in trying to figure that out. I have no guarantee I’ll even be here when whatever I might be waiting for happens.

I have a few friends here from the US who are nervous. They are fearful about stocks, either because they have actually lost money or may soon. I understand how they feel. Sometimes I have moments when I think about what would happen if all my money disappeared in an instant. Then I put that thought aside because that isn’t happening and I am busy with what is happening. When tomorrow comes, and the next day, I’ll deal with what is in front of me at that time. For now, I have moved to South America, to Buenos Aires Argentina to start a business and become a part of a new community. That’s what I intend to do, until the Universe lets me know that there is a new path for me to follow. It feels good to get up every day with a plan. It feels good to be doing something in service of our long term goal. It feels good to be doing something.