I didn’t mean to take a three-year hiatus from blogging. But, as it turns out, being a decent wife and partner, having a baby, publishing a cookbook, writing freelance food articles, and being CEO of a growing food tourism business are a little too much for one woman—even me, the woman who thrives on doing a million things at once—to juggle at one time. Something had to give in 2015, and that thing was my blog.
I have really missed writing here, though. I miss having a space to talk about what’s on my mind. That’s really why I started blogging in 2009, although it eventually morphed into a space devoted to Mexican food. What’s on my mind lately churns around more than Mexican food. (But I am still interested in that, too.) One of the reasons I stopped blogging was because I wasn’t sure I could still share those other things here. Now my attitude is: why can’t I?
So what am I thinking about lately? Parenting. My identity as a working mother. (That is my now-3-year-old in the photo above.) Creating a healthy and thriving business, and making sure my team is challenged and fulfilled. My future food projects. And transitions.
Crayton got a job opportunity in Los Angeles in 2017, so in January of that year we shipped off from New York for LA. I was really happy to be back in Southern California and close to my family. He didn’t have a specific contract or length of time for the job, but I hoped for at least five years. The universe had other plans, though. Earlier this year Crayton was offered a promotion for a management position back in New York.
I didn’t want to leave. California felt right to me. New opportunities were starting to shake loose, and I was looking forward to sitting with these thoughts of what it meant to be home and view the same landscape and feel the same air that I did as a kid, and to just be in this exciting epicenter of Mexican-American culture, which I had not really explored yet as an adult.
None of those reasons felt compelling enough to put my foot down and say no to a move, especially when considering how potentially awesome this move would be for Crayton and his career. And how much it might benefit our son, too. So we moved back. We got here in April of this year. Total time in LA: 14 months.
Between you, me, and the fence post—as my mother-in-law says—there are days when I still wonder whether this was the right call. Our “second time” life in New York is actually pretty great, and much more convenient and stress-free than it was the first time around. But I still miss not being home, and not being in the same time zone as my dad and my mom and my brothers, to be able to give quick them a quick call in the morning before I start my day. I still think about what staying in California might have meant for me. I am still not comfortable with the idea that I have become a “trailing spouse.” (Is that what I am?)
There’s another big change coming, too. I’m expecting our second child in October.
How we will manage two children in a small New York apartment, and how I will continue to be an entrepreneur and writer and CEO and mother, while also stoking other creative irons I’ve got in the fire, are all things that are on my mind. But hopefully I will be able to come here more often and write more. That’s my goal, anyway.
Looking forward to being here more, soon.