One day I’m sure I will know my way around the backroads of my neighborhood like the back of my hand, skirting around all the weekend traffic that newcomers and tourists alike stew in. One day I’ll know the best place to go grab a midnight snack or where to bring my out-of-town guests for a guaranteed day of fun or a night on the town. I’ll have programmed the numbers for the best local plumbers and roofers and tutors into my phone.
But that day is not today.
It wasn’t yesterday either and it certainly won’t be tomorrow. In fact, I’m positive that those days of complete comfort in my surroundings and that incomparable sense of familiarity is still many years of routine, exploration, and memories away. And that’s okay.
Its okay because just like everyone else who has ever put down new roots or started crafting a story from scratch, I know that we’ve all got to begin somewhere. For my parents that somewhere was Jamaica, Queens. For their parents before them it was Rome, Italy and Comayagua, Honduras. For me, it was Long Island, NY. This is the place that wooed me back from years out of state, that drew me in with promises of beaches and parks and family-friendly everything just a stone’s throw away from my childhood stomping grounds. And while it’s certainly lived up to its expectations, the truth is, we’re still getting to know each other, still going through rounds of trial and error, still vacillating between the new and the tried and true.
And that’s okay too.
We’ve had some misses, sure. But this year alone we discovered the hidden sledding mecca in our neighborhood and blazed quite a few trails down those slopes, we floated in the tide pools of our local beach all summer long and coaxed our children into ditching their training wheels there, we overlooked the grounds of historic gardens, estates, and harbors from one end of the island to the other and coddled everything from farms animals to wiggly worms in our backyard. In the process of becoming well versed in the ways of Long Island, we’ve had a helluva great time and made memories that are now part of our own story.
Who knows what other misadventures, near-misses, and successes next year will bring? Two years from now? Ten? Only time will ever tell, but what we do know is that we hope you’ll stay with us for the ride.
Happy New Year, friends!