Wednesday, November 11, 2009

On Missing

(the making of my Balinese Map)

Yesterday, I read through a lot of old posts on my blog that made me happy. Life lived and enjoyed and savored. Posts like this one or this one, and even this one.

They were fun to live.

Lately, let's face it, I've been a bit of a drag. But it's ok. I'm ok about it. I know when I watch random Improvisation Everywhere groups on YouTube that I am capable of laughing and that my sweet smile can still spread across this face of mine.

After my sister's life changed forever, I felt like it was all just too much emotion built up. So I packed it away tight. Now, I'm slowly unloading it and trying to umwrap the emotions, feel them, and move on. This is different. Because when you actually let yourself feel things, then some nights, you just might be mad for no apparent reason. You're just mad. And you don't want to be made happy. You've subscribed to the belief that happiness might be overrated. You know it's short lived, but it's how you feel in the now.

So, unpacking my emotions while packing up my belongings has made for an interesting few weeks. I've been giving away clothes and movies and lamps and art and transient things that defined my life here. Lots of emotions and letting of goes. Lately, I've been feeling one more than all the rest.

I miss.

When I say this. People immediately say "you miss what?"

There has to be a direct object after that verb--at least, that's how we've always seen it, right?

But there isn't. It's a whole world of missing.

I miss an old blanket I had in college, I miss this shirt I gave to DI a few years ago, I miss the smell of the baguettes made below my little apartment in Paris. I miss kissing that one person I was REALLY compatable with kissing. It just hasn't been the same since I stopped kissing him and I'm worried it never will be the same again. How can it when it's NOT our exact lips meeting? I miss going shopping with April at Costco...where we PROMISE ourselves that we'll just get healthy food and then we are taken in by the cheesy ravioli and pesto sauce and we buy it and indulge. I miss April a lot. Her new life is cool. But I miss the life we shared. I miss the first time I heard Cohen sing Hallelujah on his guitar. I miss when I was a little girl and I didn't like wearing nightgowns, I liked wearing my dad's shirts. I'd go into his closet and pull out a shirt that smelled like my daddy and put it on and curl up in it. It made me feel safe. I miss feeling safe. I miss my sister feeling safe. I miss my family as it used to be. I miss the person that I believed my brother in law was. I miss the time when my oldest niece would hug me for a long time, and when she thought I was the most amazing person in the world. I miss.

I just miss.

And it's not a bad thing.

And I'll move on to this new world. And I'll miss the sweetest house I've ever lived in and I'll miss all my friends and those late night walks around my town, and the way my streets look covered in leaves. I'll miss the rustling and smell of contentment.

And I'll keep on missing.

And that's ok. Because I think the more things you have to miss in life is simply reflecting back to you all of the chances that you have taken.


skippylongjacket said...

You always capture life so well. There are so many things to miss in life. When you were a kid and didn't have adult responsibilities. Relationships when they were in that perfect stage. The first time you heard a particular song or tasted a particular food. Times of the year that you know due to changes to come you will never feel that time of year the same way again. So many things. Thank goodness we have memories and journals and blogs. And friends who share those memories. Thanks for sharing so many of mine!

Also thank goodness life changes so much you get to have new memories made all the time. Again, I hope you'll continue to share mine!

PS - I love hallelujah. Interestingly enough, my favorite version used to be Rufus Wainwright. But that passed and now my favorite is as sung my Jeff Buckley. Maybe I'll give Cohen a try next!

Ruahines said...

Kia ora,
It is very hard. There is so much I miss as well. Yet as melancholic as I am myself there are so many details from some of those moments I recall with such detail. The songs, the smiles, the tears, the vividness. I could write that it is important for us to live each moment as if it were our last, but for me it is more important to remember each moment as if it were my last. From your very strange friend. Rave on!

Melissa said...

I love the rawness of your writing. You're right. Every choice needs to be celebrated and looked upon as a chance for something greater. I have a feeling your life is only going help you discover your greatness in ways you've never dreamed. Love you friend.

Fletch said...

Later, you'll miss the next few years of your life, too. Crazy, crazy, crazy...

lazywriter said...

Life moves forward, and we move with it. I think women know this more, because our bodies move and change more than men...we are constantly evolving...