What It Feels Like to Be Halfway Across the World From Your Family for a Week. (Good.)

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Nov. 8 2013 9:15 AM

Life Is a Series of Deadlines

For the first time in 15 years, I got off the clock.

Red bicycle


When I was in Australia last week, I dreamed about my old red bicycle that I hadn’t thought about in years. It was a clunky one-speed bike I’d bought off a senior sorority girl when I was a freshman. I went to college in California and the bike was my only form of transportation; I didn’t have a driver’s license and I didn’t really care. In my mind, the bike gave me a certain freedom that the slaves to the car didn’t have. Once, although everyone said I was crazy, I biked to San Francisco. And when on Friday nights my friends all piled into someone’s Honda to head to dinner in Palo Alto, I made my way there alone on my bike, gliding past the palm trees on Palm Drive that never got less exotic. The bike moved so much more slowly than everyone else’s wheels but to me it was my Batmobile: I controlled the motion and speed; I arrived and left on my own time; I set my own rhythms.

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Hanna Rosin is the founder of DoubleX and a writer for the Atlantic. She is also the author of The End of Men. Follow her on Twitter.

What does it feel like to set your own rhythm? As a parent this is the first thing you forget. The free gift that comes with your infant is a clock implanted in your brain that briskly divides your day into short shifts. This begins almost immediately when you are forced onto the graveyard shift without much preparation or training. Soon you are promoted to day but learn to pay close attention to the silent alarms: wake, eat, nap, play, eat, nap, play, sleep. Even though long formless expanses of time were once the norm, you do not mind the new discipline; in fact some days your sanity depends on you and your underling sticking to the deadlines.

I am long past this desperate phase of clock-watching—my children are now 12, 10, and 5—but I am not beyond it. Instead I am like an old hand at the plant whose internal rhythms are now so peacefully in synch with the clock that I am no longer really aware of it. I wake up on my kids’ schedule, an hour before school starts. The mid-afternoon involves conferencing with the babysitter to move everyone to their new stations—one stays late after school, the other goes to Hebrew school, the third to a friend’s house. Soon after I start to wind down whatever I’m working on so I can punch out at 6. Then I come home, make dinner, put the children to bed. I am not bitter about this. You could not pay me enough money to return to those long expanses of formless time, since they were so easily filled with anxiety about what to do with the time. Mostly I don’t really notice the routine of my day anymore. It’s just what I have come to believe a day is.


Until last week, when I went to Australia and remembered the red bike. Lucky as I was to get to travel to such an amazing place for a conference, I did not want to go at first, because I was nervous to be so far away from my children. My son’s globe that he keeps by his bedside stole from me the luxury of forgetting that I would literally be on the other side of the world. But in the end I went, and as soon as I landed I realized what I’d been worried about. The time difference is an absurd 15 hours. When I am waking up my children have just gone to bed. Even more absurdly, I am in a different season than they are. They are pulling out hats and scarves while stores in Sydney are selling sundresses and sandals. There is no getting around it. Our clocks are not aligned.

In families, people’s character traits get exaggerated in the interest of a distinct identity. If one sibling is good at math the other might be branded the flighty one, just to fill the niche. The same is true for husbands and wives. In my family my husband is the planner and the list-maker, so I am by contrast the disorganized one who loses the keys or leaves the car running. And it’s true, I do lose my keys every once in a while but it’s only in the context of the domestic ecosystem that this becomes a defining trait. If left on my own, it would be a footnote or maybe even counted as part of a messy but charming package of whatever is the middle-aged version of the manic pixie dream girl.

Before I went to Australia I did not buy a guidebook or Google anything or figure out what I was going to do; I just never got around to it and I figured the conference would keep me busy. As it turned out, though, I had long stretches during the day with no obligations. And here my disorganization took on a more spontaneous Eat, Pray, Love–ish vibe. On my first day in Sydney, I asked someone who was wearing cool-looking boots what was her favorite neighborhood, and then walked around it for the afternoon. On a day in Melbourne, a fan of the DoubleX Gabfest who’d heard me talk about my upcoming Australia trip emailed me at 11 to see if I’d arrived. By 12 we were having lunch and walking around the city.



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