December 17: Lesson Learned
What was the best thing you learned about yourself this year?
And how will you apply that lesson going forward?
(Author: Tara Weaver)
(Author: Tara Weaver)
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From an early age, I learned how to be independent. When we lived in Skidmore, my mom worked and took night classes in Corpus (about an hour away). My brothers, who are 6, 7 and 10 years older than me, were involved in every sport our school offered. I was only in elementary school, but I had a house key and would take the bus or walk (once we moved closer to the school) home.After the last brother graduated from high school, I was about to start middle school. My mom decided to move into Corpus, or really just outside of it, so that I could go to a better school and we could be closer to her work. My mom married my stepdad, who lived out at the lake (about 30ish minutes from where we just moved) in a house he built. My mom split her time between the lake house and our apartment in town. A lot of times I was at the apartment by myself. I tried moving out to the lake, but because of my sports schedule, it wasn't a good idea. Waking up at 5:30 a.m. every morning so that I could get to my 6:30 a.m. volleyball and basketball practices was no bueno. And then not getting home until late when I had games.
When I got to high school, we moved into a smaller apartment (the first one was 3 bedrooms - my mom's, mine, and an extra in case one of my brother's needed a place to stay). My entire high school years were spent living alone. My mom would stay on a random night if she had a late work meeting/event or if one of my games ended late. But for the most part, I lived alone. I remember coming home after homecoming, prom and graduation to an empty apartment. I remember going on my first date - the guy came up to the door and said, "don't I need to meet your parents and let them know I'll bring you back on time." Ha. There was nobody there when I left or came home.
But I was fine with this. Yes, it was lonely. But I always felt like I grew up a bit faster than my friends. I prided myself on being an independent person.
And then I don't know what happened. Somewhere a long the way, I lost my independence.
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This year was a reminder of the person I used to be, the person I want to be. I enjoy my independence. FYI: independence does not equal being alone. No, I don't always like being alone. There are days that I come home and just wish there was someone here to ask me how my day was. But to me, being independent is a feeling of doing whatever I want, when I want. (For this post, I'm focusing my definition of independent on this only. I'm not touching on finances and all the other things that are encompassed in being independent.)I know this is going to sound horrible, but pet owners will understand. I would give anything to have Gigi back. I miss her so much. But this year I was able to do something I hadn't done in three years - I was able to wake up and go. I didn't have to worry about getting home to let her out to use the bathroom or finding a place for her to stay if I wanted to go out of town. And it felt good to have some freedom after having a routine for three years. I feel bad for saying that; sheesh, I'm actually crying now because I feel like a horrible person. I would seriously give anything to have her back, but I know I can't. And I know that it's not horrible of me to embrace the opportunity that I now have to be more spontaneous. But still, I feel like a shitty person for that thought.
*pause - I really am crying... I need a break for a second*
Mmkay, that was an emotional few minutes that I wasn't prepared for tonight.
I mentioned in my Wisdom post that going on vacation was my wisest decision this year. While taking the train from NYC to Harrisburg, I had about 3ish hours to contemplate a lot of things. I realized I still have that independence in me. I started making a list of other places I want to travel. Of course I will welcome any and all travel companions. I think I've narrowed it down, and I want to go to one of these cities in 2011: Boston, Chicago, San Francisco, San Diego. I'm leaning towards Chicago, but we'll see.


wow,
ReplyDeleteit sounds like your experience growing up was the complete opposite of mine - my house was always full of siblings. coming home to an empty house was such a novelty!
and now i find myself living almost by myself for the very first time. i love it.
I definitely enjoy living by myself. I had roomies throughout college. It was fun having someone to cook and eat dinner with, watch tv with at night, and have random talks. But living by myself for so long left me enjoying my own space. I like my stuff in certain places. And if I want to leave dishes in the sink for two days, I like having the liberty to do so without someone getting mad at me.
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