Here’s the thing no one tells you about change: it affects you, and in ways you might not plan for. Every day, we’re surrounded by the details of our life, be they people or objects or geography, and, even when it’s by your own choice, when you start moving around a lot of those details — whether city, job, church, relationships, house, diet, marital status or say, all of those things — it can unexpectedly, out of nowhere, hit you hard.
Because when enough things around you begin to disappear, you may start to feel like you will, too. This, as you already know, is a post about how I moved last week.
It’s the story of how I left an adorable house in East Nashville that I shared with three roommates, a house I only moved into in February and had barely settled into, packed up all of my Tennessee belongings (there aren’t many) and together with Tim and one of our good friends, moved to another side of town. This new house is nice.
It has built-in bookshelves and hardwood floors. It has air-conditioning and a washer/dryer set.
It’s the first place where I’ve ever signed a lease and the first rental to earn me my very own library card. More than anything, this house has the distinct privilege of being the first house we’ll live in, me and Tim — the initial place we’ll call home together.
And, like everything else in my life over the last six months, this house is new. It’s something I don’t know very well.
It’s something that will take time to feel familiar. It’s change.
There are so many things I love about Nashville: the great food (Marche, Margot, City House, Silly Goose, Burger Up, Baja Burrito, Mas Tacos), the great coffee shops (new favorite: Edgehill Cafe), the rolling hills south of the city, the beautiful cliffs to the east. I love that it hardly snows.
I love that it will be warm in November. I love, most obviously, Tim.
But every now and then, I’ll be driving down a street and wish I saw a Dominick’s on the corner (who says that?). I’ll meet someone for the first time and wish they already knew my name.
I’ll see the regular reminders that I’m still new here in my Illinois driver’s license or matching license plate. And sometimes, amidst missing some old details and observing the new, I’ll wonder if I’m not gone, too.
It’s the kind of thing that has me asking, What is it that makes us who we are anyway? Is it our income?
Our house? Our family and friends? Do our jobs define us? Our life’s work?
Our relationships? Our connections? Our family?
I think I am learning that really, anything that can change isn’t what makes us — not our age or our savings accounts or our things or our hobbies. Not our spouse.
Not our friends. What makes us who we are is something deeper than all of those things — something that remains even when all our life details change and however many times they change.
Our identity may often get lost in the details around us, and because of that, it is a sort of gift to lose those details, so at least in the midst of it, you see your soul — that eternal, imperishable part of us that knows it’s made for something more than this life. That’s who I really am, in Illinois or in Nashville.
That’s who you really are, too. Living in my new house, living in the next.
They took away what should have been my eyes,
(But I remembered Milton’s Paradise)
They took away what should have been my ears,
(Beethoven came and wiped away my tears)
They took away what should have been my tongue,
(But I had talked with God when I was young)
He would not let them take away my soul,
Possessing that, I still possess the whole.
– Helen Keller
As promised, the above post filled you in on the latest, along with pictures from my new home; below, you’ll find the promised easy-oat-bread recipe, complete with pictures from my old one.
Super Easy Oat Bread
Recipe at 101 Cookbooks
The minute I saw this recipe, I had to make it. Right that moment.
What I love is it uses ingredients you probably have on hand. Bonus: hot out of the oven, it’s bottom-line irresistible to eat, especially with hunks of butter.
We ate it in two days.
About Shanna Mallon
Shanna Mallon is a freelance writer who holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her work has been featured in a variety of media outlets, including The Kitchn, Better Homes & Gardens, Taste of Home, Houzz.com, Foodista, Entrepreneur, and Ragan PR. In 2014, she co-authored The Einkorn Cookbook with her husband, Tim. Today, you can find her digging into food topics and celebrating the everyday grace of eating on her blog, Go Eat Your Bread with Joy. Shanna lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with Tim and their two small kids.