I’m drowning in Fruit Loops and America’s Next Top Model.
It’s killing me, literally. I may have turned diabetic this week for lack of self-control and the abundance of Oreos and Milano cookies. I turned down lunch at the Indian buffet today, because yesterday I ate my weight in cheesy potatoes and didn’t think I could be trusted at a buffet.
Also, I spent 5 hours in the eye-shadow section at Ulta and tried to buy shampoo a few times with a 20% off coupon and finally settled on the Paul Mitchell Color Care line with a buy 2 get 1 free option, but gave up after not being able to pick the third product.
I guess you could say I am overwhelmed with the overabundance of food and hair product options.
After a complete meltdown on Sunday, it took a full 24 hours to figure out what was really going on.
Here it is: There are holes in my life that can’t be filled with Paul Mitchell Color Care Detangling Conditioner or cheesy potatoes, even though I am thankful for those things and love them with all my heart on a normal day.
I have come to the sad realization that we have everything backwards.
I was upset on Sunday because my family jumped through hoops to get to the right church (out of hundreds in the city) at the right time (out of 8 services) to meet my brother and sister-in-law, who didn’t even show up or call to tell us they weren’t coming.
In Santa Familia there is one church with one service, and your brother lives 5 houses down. Not everyone has cars. Most people just walk. And if Antonia doesn’t show up, Father Foley goes to her house for lunch—just to make sure everything is okay. Most people go to church if only to make sure Father Foley doesn’t show up for lunch.
As I settled in on Sunday afternoon with my bag of Oreos and the Disney Channel (don’t judge), I understood that no matter how many cereals I can choose from, or how many Salon Style conditioners I get to use, no matter how great it feels to drive around 8-lane highways in my shiny SUV, passing two malls and 15 Starbucks, I will never have the quality of life I had in the village for those short few months.
My entire family will never live on one street; I’ll never be within walking distance from everyone I’ve ever known; my best friends are not my cousins or my nieces or my back-door neighbors.
Kids there have 15 moms and 15 dads—aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends. It was so cute to watch David’s eight-year-old son curl up in Imanuel or Ricardo’s lap, and to watch Juliet be passed around the church from aunt to aunt to cousin to cousin (though it was sort of embarrassing when she woke up while I was holding her, took one look at me, and wailed like she had been abandoned at the local homeless shelter).
I’ll probably never speak 3 languages or enjoy a fresh orange or a chocolate-chip ice cream cone as meaningfully and effortlessly as I did with Inez and Frances— though my cherished single-dip cones on the curb of Ben & Jerry’s and Baskin Robbins with Bec and Sprinky rival.
But that’s my point. Happy, simple meaningful moments are rare and hard to come by here, which is why they are etched into my memory and logged as happy places for me. It was never about the ice cream (except that one year when they had Chocolate Oddessy 2001). It was 20 uninterrupted minutes on the curb with my good friends.
In the village, moments like that happened all the time. Nobody had anywhere to rush off to. My time there was a thousand simple, meaningful moments strung together into days and weeks. One of my favorite memories will always be that half-an-hour between dusk and total darkness when Inez and I would walk to the shop for an ice cream or a snickers or in search of hard-to-find flour. It was just nice to be with her, and to not have anything else to do but walk around together.
Now I have no choice but to settle for The GAP and America’s Next Top Model in lieu of everything my heart really wants—community, an entire Sunday afternoon with all my friends and family in one place (can you even imagine it—all your best friends and family together in one location, for LIFE?)
My friends and I used to joke about living in a commune.
In the village, they have that. They have community. Not as a concept or a small-group idea. But as their actual life.
We have water, Tyra Banks, paved roads, Fruit Loops and Paul Mitchell.
(And we think we’re the lucky ones.)
I agree: in some ways, we’re privileged. I feel blessed to live where I live with the opportunities that have been given to me. Even after village life, I don’t feel guilty for loving Target. Or TV. Or the mall. But more than privileged, I would argue that, mostly, we’re distracted. And I sort of feel sorry for us. I think we are distracted in order to not be depressed.
For example. On Sunday, when family plans fell through, I got my tall-nonfat-sugar-free-caramel-macchiato, sat down with a handful of Oreos and the Disney Channel (don’t judge), periodically checked my Macbook for emails, and when there were no emails, I downloaded new songs on iTunes.
So I enjoyed a day of first world conveniences. But only as a filler for what I really wanted, which was to hang out with my brother, or chat with friends, or, in the deepest part of my heart, be celebrating Easter with everyone in Santa Familia.
“Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good.”
7 thoughts on “Week Twelve: SOS”
I have had some of the same feelings you’ve described … especially since “Katrina.” Also, I am proof that those calories stay with you. If you can help it, don’t settle for satisfaction in food.
And, yes, we are related … don’t give me a lot of choices, because it makes it impossible for me to make a decision. I don’t need 30 samples of tile, 15 samples of wood, etc. Just a few will do if you want my opinion.
Even though we won’t be living on the same street, we will only be a couple of hours away from each other when you move to New Orleans.
God is good! He doesn’t leave us where we are to wallow in our pity, He shows us how to find love, joy and peace. All we have to do is follow His lead. He is where you are … you are such a neat person!
The smiles in your pictures are contagious. Thank you for sharing them with us!
that was beautiful. really, truly, beautiful.
and you know i love that song.
if it doesn’t snow/rain/sleet today we should go get ice-cream at baskin robbins. maybe we should go regardless…
Thanks for sharing all of that. I’m glad you’ve found what most people here never do.
Cheers to that.
this almost made me cry. beautiful.
AMEN. I too cherish the ice-cream and curb memories, Jerry’s Burger Dairy and all that stuff. You have inspired me to make this more of a priority. Thanks, friend.
well said. good thing we’re neighbors. let’s do this more.