I did a pretty good job of seeing most of Montclair (and the surrounding areas) for my long run this weekend.
I slept in until around 10:45 (felt.so.good), drank coffee and ate a bowl of cereal with blueberries and digested until I finally hit the roads around 12:45. It was a cool, crisp fall day which meant running in the early afternoon wouldn’t be a problem.
As I looped through town, memories flooded back... as they always do when I’m back in Montclair. I’ve mentioned this before, but Montclair was my home from when I was just six months old until I was 10. Even though I was so young, I loved the town, my friends, my school, my house…everything. I remember being devastated when we moved to Basking Ridge, about 45 minutes away.
Slowly but surely, Basking Ridge became my new home. I formed new memories, and loved the town, my friends, my school, my house…everything. However, when my parents split last year, we sold the house in Basking Ridge. That house I lived in from 10 to 23 was gone, and that wasn’t home anymore. Even though I had been in my NYC apartment for over a year, and hadn’t fully lived in that house since I went to college, where was home supposed to be, now? It was really difficult to manage that change and loss of ‘home base’. Interestingly, my mom moved into a condo back in Montclair. So now, my old home is my new home. Following?
It’s strange to see how a town has changed and how it remained the same. Also different to remember things through a 10 year old’s eyes. I ran past the park I played soccer in (I wasn’t good), past the church I hated going to because we had to dress up, past the old store that used to be home to Carvel. I wound through my old neighborhood and past my old house, remembering riding bikes around the island and how I once fell into a thorn bush there and had to get stitches.
I ran past the old park where I watched the fireworks each fourth of July, and the other park where I once fell into the duck pond when I peered in a little too close. I went past the third park (okay, there are a lot of small parks apparently), which housed the annual ‘Arts in The Park’ festival and where I used to walk with my pet hamster in a little pillow (I was also really cool).
I went past the school parking lot where I used to get dropped off to go to sleepaway camp at Frost Valley during the summers, and the Krauzers where we used to stop and buy candy after my mom would come walk us home from summer day camp. I went past the school where my mom used to teach, and past the office where my dad used to work.
I went past the town pool which I used to think was huge (it’s not), where I used to get annoyed whenever they had adult swim and I had to get out. It was across from the Iris Gardens, where I once won a drawing competition for my flower depiction. I ran past my childhood best friend’s home, recalling the sleepovers we had in her attic.
I also explored some new areas of town I had never seen before, never before taken by foot. While Montclair is not where I currently reside, it’s (hopefully) going to be where I go when I go ‘home’ for the foreseeable future. I get extremely nostalgic when remembering my childhood in Montclair, but I am so looking forward to creating new memories in this place, too.
Saturday’s memory: a kick ass 17 mile run, up and down hills (seriously, I thought Montclair was mostly flat. I was wrong.), being able to drop the pace and finish strong. What a nice (long) run down memory lane.
After a failed ice bath (thought I could use the automatic fridge ice machine to get a ton of ice easily…I was mistaken), my mom and I headed out to the outlets for some shopping. I love a good deal! It was nice to keep my legs moving a bit. Around 7, the run-ger hit and I was ready for some good eats.
On Sunday morning, we headed back into the city for brunch at The Smith. This vanilla bean french toast with caramelized bananas was the perfect way to round out the weekend. Creating memories in my new home, New York City.
Do you still call ‘home’ the childhood home you grew up in, or have you moved or adjusted to call your new town home? What’s your favorite childhood memory? What was the best part of your weekend?