Being home was awesome. Mostly because it was a week full of cooking and baking, destroying my family in card games and lots and lots of laughing. Oh yeah, and it was Christmas. There’s that.
My last living Grandparent is my Mom’s Mom. She’s 83 years old (but will be 84 in a few weeks) and she’s hysterical. Two of the best things to happen this weekend: 1. My grandma high-fiving me and saying “Yeah, down with bras!” and 2. Reading the very first few lines of the Christmas letter she sent to her friends and family. Which reads, ” This was a year of many changes. Adriana is single again.” before then moving on to other subjects. She’s succinct, I’ll give her that. My friends were absolutely horrified for me when I told them, but thankfully I have a pretty good sense of humor about it. I laughed, at least.
I had to leave today because I have work tomorrow. My Grandma hugged me and held onto my hand tightly and cried while she said goodbye. She always says, “This might be my last Christmas, you know”. She’s been saying that pretty much ever since my Grandpa died 8 years ago. Still, as she gets older I worry more and more that one of these days she’ll be right. She lives in Oregon so I don’t get to see her very often. Here’s to hoping she has at least another 8 years to spend with us. We’ll take as many as we can get.
Being back in LA is okay too. For one, I’m finally starting season 5 of LOST. So far it’s been pretty confusing, but EPIC nonetheless. Nala was pretty happy to see me (I leave her here if I’m only going to be gone for a few days because she HATES car rides. Totally freaks out. So she’s happier at home) and I was just as happy to see her. There was lots of hugging and snuggling. I had a pretty fun hour and a half phone conversation with a guy from the online dating adventures – more on that in a separate post (I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY). I’m a few days away from registering for a creative writing class – just have to narrow it down to which one I want to take first. Tough decisions I have to make these days, I know.
Maybe it’s the holidays. Maybe it was having a few days off to rest and relax. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe its a combination of all of those things. Any way you look at it, I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time. I saw a quote that really spoke to me the other day. It reads:
“…and then I fell apart and it was the most beautiful moment ever, because right then, I realized that I could put the pieces back together the way I wanted them.”
That’s honestly how I feel about everything that’s happened in my life over the course of this past year. Except I’m not sure my life “fell apart”. I think it was already broken and I was living in the brokenness, just trying to survive it. I think my life was broken long before the deception, the upheaval, the divorce. Those were just symptoms or “side-effects” of living in the brokenness for so long. Now that I’m on the other side of that, putting the pieces back where I want them has been the best adventure. I’m so incredibly thankful.