Though it’s been a solid minute since I’ve visited relatives during the holidays (I’ll skip any pleasantries as you can read all about
that here) I’ve consistently –one way or another– managed to spend the big goopy calendar days surrounded by close friends and loved ones year over year –the chosen family, if you will.
But for too many combined reasons far beyond my reach
this year, things ended up being the exact opposite. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. Between some friends reconnecting with family and going off to visit them for the holidays, and others getting tied down with unavoidable responsibilities that kept them elsewhere during the actual physical days, I was down to the company of just one… Me.
And it was a strange process coming to that realization given the possibility of isolation has always been very much my reality. No, I don’t mean that in the sob-inducing tone it inevitably beckons, but rather in the very literal sense that I
chose to move hundreds of miles away from home and to a city where I didn’t know a single soul… feeling alone was never really so much a lingering fear as it was just another part of circumstance.
So no, it didn’t hit me like a bag of bricks. In fact, thanks to the big work campaign chaos that took over my life the last two weeks of December, I almost entirely missed it. Dinner ingredients had been bought, gift orders had been placed… I even had a fourteen-pound turkey defrosting in the fridge! So what was a girl to do when word of delayed arrivals and postponed visits came knocking at my door a mere 48 hours before Christmas Eve?
…
Is nothing an option? I wondered. Because that’s exactly what I did.
Little more than a handful of hours after hearing the undeniably sad news, I decided that before anything else got resolved, I needed to dip out and grab any missing ingredients for the night of the 24th. I’d been plotting this indulgent spread of festive eats for days, so finishing that up felt like the easiest decision I could make… After all, even a party of one needs to eat!
But it wasn’t until I’d made my way a couple blocks south of our apartment that day, that I realized I’d stepped out with little more than a loose puffer jacket amidst an unforgiving thirty-degree front that had swooped in over the weekend. Those of you who know me personally know I can’t stand the cold and typically wear anywhere between three to five layers when the temperature really dips, but for one reason or another, here I was prancing down the street with nothing but a handful of pending recipe ingredients on my mind.
Oh god…did it actually happen? After five long years of suffering, did I finally acclimate to the cold of the North East? I reached for my phone inside my pocket, convinced I’d read another temperature by mistake.
And there she was. A frigid 33 degrees Fahrenheit staring right up from my screen.
And here
I was, staring back in my bewildered indifference.
This notion that you can wake up and just casually…
learn you’ve somehow fundamentally changed stayed with me for a minute. Because in that same unbothered way, I’d just received some arguably heart-breaking news earlier and found myself… well,
not heartbroken. Sure it was unfortunate that I’d be spending a major holiday on my own for the first time, but it also just felt like the picture it painted was much more tragic than how I actually
felt. And this too, was new.
I think that for someone who grew up with a pretty dense network of relatives, moved away, lost them to proximity, moved again, then lost them to
morality… this notion of
family and
unity has always been a difficult subject to discuss.
Hurry up and build a community, surround yourself with people you love –but also don’t get too attached or you’ll be screwed again when you lose them for whatever reason. Rely on just yourself always, but not so much that god forbid you end up… alone.
The list of intrusive thoughts goes on and on. It was something I’d been running from for years.
Yet against all odds, when the unspeakable finally happened, and I
did –in fact– find myself alone, I was somehow…
okay?