To Happy Endings
To Be Continued
I'm taking the same approach to the holidays. The best way to scare off the memories of last Christmas -- a tough time, as my mother was very ill and my husband about to move out -- is to fill this one with twinkly lights, delicious food, and brightly wrapped packages. Some loved ones will be missing, yes -- all the more reason to enjoy the ones who are here.
As for dreaming new dreams, I've been working on that as well. The house I live in, which I moved into 10 years ago, when my second marriage began, is a beautiful Pennsylvania farmhouse surrounded by cornfields. It once held our family of seven, but now most of the kids are off at college, my soon-to-be-ex-husband lives down the road, and 8-year-old Jane and I are the only two knocking around. Much as I love my wide-plank floors and view of the sunset, the house echoes with sad memories. And our half-rural, half-suburban area spells loneliness for a single mom.
So here's my idea. I'll move to Baltimore, 35 miles away, which is where I teach creative writing. The city is full of people and restaurants and bookstores and all the things I love. So Jane and I have been house hunting and, if all goes well, maybe I can start the New Year with a new home for my new life.
It's not as though I can say for sure that this plan will work out -- there are finances, the real-estate market, urban school districts, visits with Jane's father, and other practical issues to resolve. But just looking at new places to live and checking out new neighborhoods has given me a sense of hope and momentum.
I've been through enough to feel certain that a few years from now I'll look back at these hard times and say, yeah, but if all that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have...fill in the blank. Maybe there's a best-selling novel in my future that I wouldn't have written but for all this, or a group of amazing friends whom I wouldn't have met otherwise. Who knows? The bright side of life's unpredictability is that it's not over until it's over. As dark as the passages and confusing as the cul-de-sacs that you find yourself in are, progress is nevertheless being made. Something is unfolding. You are becoming.
I think I still am.
So I say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy New Year, and farewell to all of you who have been with me, at least on the page, through this unforgettable year. And to myself I whisper this: To be continued.
Originally published in Ladies' Home Journal, December 2008.
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