Goodbye, Oh’leven
Hey 2011. Can I call you Oh’leven? You have been quite a year. The Year of the Protester, according to TIME Magazine. I know: I mentioned this last week. But I’m so not done dwelling on the significance of it. Oh’leven will forever be the year millions of people—in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, New York, Oakland, Seattle—decided to stand up, move, do something. Because sitting out the recession wasn’t working very well. Neither was waiting for aging dictators to die, or democracy to just happen. I regret I did not personally take part in the Occupy Movement, which was at its height during our family’s craziest time in 2011: the Big Move from the house we’d been in for 21 years to a smaller home two miles away. Instead of taking to the streets, we were taking endless loads of stuff to Goodwill. But our move felt, in its humble way, like part of this larger story. When our house sold, we traded in a big mortgage with a big bank for a small mortgage with a small bank. We traded in a big house that served us well while raising children for a townhome that will serve us perfectly in our Restless Nest years. We occasionally sold but mostly gave away all kinds of things we no longer needed—basketball hoop, couch, futon, rowing machine, clothes, sheets, towels—to people who need them more. We chose a neighborhood where we can walk and take light rail. When we tell people about making these choices, they get it, because [...]