When I was in Boulder I was very fortunately pushing Foodtree a step forward and I was very vulnerably seeing about a girl.
A girl who just quoted Nietzsche at me, by the way. Like Oh remember how I know everything there is to know about the Kardashians and throw on cute little dresses that you thought only people in fairy tales could pull off, and I spontaneously burst into song? Oh, I also throw Nietzsche quotes around casually. Also adorable babies think I’m adorable.
I was there, though, at the same time at which a large contingent of my cousins were in South Bend, Indiana, visiting my little sister and attending a Notre Dame football game. Against Stanford.
My family’s rooted in New York, where my parents met, my grandma lives, and I think at least a third of my first cousin’s reside. That’s a third of a pretty big number. Ours is a New England family, despite my having been raised in a suburb in Illinois. In fact, prior to my 26th birthday I would have been less disoriented blindfolded in Manhattan than in Chicago.
Alongside that, New Yorkers are notoriously reluctant travelers, always caught in the flow of the pulsing heart that is New York to the point at which anything less than LA or Europe seems like a waste of a plane ticket.
Nevertheless, my little sister is the youngest of our (massive) generation, and thus has a special place in everyone’s heart, and when one of the numerous ideas for gatherings pops up (most of which are purely speculative at best) involves her it takes on a much more realistic significance.
She’s in grad school, at Notre Dame. It’s cheap to go to Indiana…Katie married a Notre Dame grad who can help us get football tickets > pull out a laptop > flights are booked!
The execution part is usually not our strong suit, as a family, but my little sister is the magic sauce and it happened.
I missed it, and based on my last post I think it’s pretty clear I had a trip I will never forget. Point in fact it wasn’t a choice, but a coincidence, and I’m grateful I was in the States during the family hang. I could call them easily, trace the Facebook updates and tweets (no data plan in Canada…another conversation), and generally feel closer.
I’m honestly not sure what my point is here. Maybe it’s that I’m intimately tied to the spaces my family makes beautiful. Maybe it’s that I just hope my family knows how much of my heart they fill.
Maybe it’s that I sort of feel like I traveled with my family two weekends ago, and I met someone I like along the way, and I hope you all might understand how great that is for someone who lives so far away from so many people who are important to me.