An Emotionally Windy Week

So I’ve been absent for a while and if I’m being honest, I still want to keep this blog active. Active for me, however, will be when I feel emotionally compelled to write about something (I know that sounds completely selfish). I think I haven’t written for a while because I felt guilty for not writing and then it’s this constant guilt cycle. I compare this to the occasional to-do list item that just never gets done. You know you should have returned those shoes two months ago, so it’s harder and harder to actually make the return. It’s always at the bottom of the list. When you remove the guilt (we’re all human), it’s easier to be productive…and happy. When you’re happy and at-ease, it all flows. Here I am.

As many of you know, I live very close to the building where Yoselyn Ortega (allegedly) senselessly murdered two of the young children she nannied for. I was walking home when I saw the commotion. This was about two hours after the children’s mother, Marina, discovered that this unimaginable crime had taken place. I love living in Upper West Side of Manhattan because of the diversity of its residents: young people, elderly people, families, etc. It definitely seems like a family oriented neighborhood, though, and can’t imagine what this family (first and foremost) and others are experiencing.

For the last four days, I’ve had a hard time shaking the emotion felt from such horrific murders so close-by. It’s not as if this was just some crazy person on the loose, but a seemingly crazy person close to the family–this is what makes it so scary. We’re supposed to trust our family, and for many families with nannies in New York City, their caretakers are part of the family. I realize this is a random and rare act, but I think for those who feel connected to the community here, it doesn’t feel so random and it doesn’t feel so rare. We feel like the Krims are our family and I’m sure I speak for most people in the community when I say that my thoughts and prayers are with them as they begin the healing process.

I’m writing this post as the center of Hurricane Sandy makes landfall. The wind is picking up and the lights just flashed (eek!). Wish me and the rest of the Northeast luck as the brunt of Sandy blows on by.