I don't go out a lot. It's not really like me, but with as overwhelming as this last year has been, I think I'm in self-preservation mode. And there's fear now, always fear, that if I will again come home to a neighborhood the way I did on August 25th.
But it's nice to be around other people. Really. Inevitably though, I will get at least one "You look familiar."
I volunteered at Moppet Togs today (the children's consignment sale), and I got this several times. It's an awkward position because I don't really want to be known as that woman who was pregnant when her house burned down in that bad fire, "you remember?" Sometimes I will say, "We've been in the news a lot this year," which of course doesn't really solve anything, just makes people more curious! Sometimes I just shrug my shoulders and say, "I don't know." If they ask for my name and put it together, that doesn't seem as difficult. I guess it's because I don't have to be the one to bring up the fire.
But something else sometimes happens, which I think is great. Sometimes the person is a blog reader, and that's just neat. I've met a few people who read my blog in interesting places, and I love that. I like knowing whose reading. I like to hear their stories. And it makes me feel connected beyond just being "that woman." I've been missing out on connectedness, and this blog is one way for me to reach beyond our year, our situation, and once again be connected.