March #SOLC17 Day 19
It’s 1970 and I’m 8 years old. I’m in the 3rd grade and my favorite thing to do is hang out with my BFF Karen making up dances, belting out duets with our band instruments and listening to Elton John albums. Dinner is at exactly 6 pm every night. Steak and potatoes are the usual fare. My mom picks my dad up at the train station like clockwork at 5 pm. He unwinds with a drink in a short glass with lots of ice and a strong smell. I stay clear of him unit we eat. I look forward to the weekends when we get to go to the library together. I am 8 years old and my life is about to change drastically.
It’s 1973 and I’m 11 years old. I just got glasses for the first time. They’re cool because they look a little bit like stop signs. I love my 6th-grade teacher….until she tells me that I ask too many questions. I like to make my family laugh. I learn new jokes when my sister and I take the train to visit my dad in his new studio apartment in Chicago. He is a giant man with a huge laugh living in a small apartment. I am 11 years old and my life is about to change drastically.
It’s 1979 and I’m 17 years old. I play the first chair flute in band. I take private lessons from Mr. Kochman. My mom scrounges up the money for them because Mr. K. is like a father figure to me. Our heat and electricity have been turned off. My mom can’t make enough money to pay the utility bills, but she still manages to pay for what’s important. My braces are off. I wonder what my Dad would’ve thought. He told me last year on my birthday that I was more spectacular than the fireworks in the sky. I miss him. I am 17 years old and my life is starting to change less drastically.
It’s 1988 and I’m 26 years old. I have my first job as a school social worker. I get my own apartment and I am filled with guilt because I’ve left my mom home alone. She still has our dog, but I am still sad whenever I visit. I hope this gets better, this “adult” thing. I’m nervous in my new school district. I take to eating lunch alone in my office, until one day a friendly face appears at my door and says, Hey! Come eat in the lounge with us! I don’t know it yet but I have just met my best friend for life. I am 26 years old and my life is starting to show the results of my hard work.
It’s 2007 and I’m 44 years old. I am happily working in a wonderful school district as an administrator. I’ve just closed on a beautiful condo with friends in the city. We’re enjoying picking out granite, hardwood, furniture and paint color, along with exploring our new neighborhood. Venturing out to new restaurants, checking out street fairs and walking along the lake are on tap for each weekend. I am 44 years old and my life is about to change drastically.
It’s 2o17 and I’m 54 years old. I wake up each morning grateful for the new day. There is also a tinge of fear and uncertainty, wondering if the good things in my life are permanent or only temporary. Good health. No longer do I take it for granted. I sit on my bed, feet sprawled out in front of me, computer in my lap, gazing out a beautiful picturesque window thinking about the stunning city in which I now live. l am 54 years old and I wonder…..what does life have in store for me next?