What a year it has been. Every few months I consider putting it to paper, but there is too much to say, and too much has been felt, and I’m the only one who cares anyway. That’s not angst, it just reality. Things feel more dramatic when they happen to you, but in hindsight you wouldn’t bat an eye.
This year has been a living hell. It resulted in success though. I shouldn’t complain. All’s well that ends well is what they say. Who are ‘They’ anyway?
In under a month, I will complete my third year of teaching. In under a month, I will have my car packed and drive away from Long Island, from Mission Impossible, forever. I will leave the closest friends I’ve ever had, and a place that holds most of the fond memories of my adulthood. People keep telling me that life will get better with the next adventure, and I know that once I am off this island I will be okay, but in the moment, in these final moments, I don’t believe it for a second. My heart aches like you wouldn’t believe. There are two reasons why:
My students have begun to hug me everyday, cry, give me little kisses, and say how much they’ll miss me. They ask if I’ll come back after I’m a nun. I have grown far too attached to them and I can’t actually imagine saying goodbye to these souls I have helped to fill. *throat closes*
Despite my better judgement, my will, and years of planning my life, I have thrown a wrench into my own plans. I fell in love this year. I was speaking to my spiritual director on Easter over the phone after Solemn High vigil mass and I got up the courage to tell him so. He said to me that a religious vocation doesn’t preclude attractions and that I had to decide what I wanted. He said I would make a wonderful mother and that it wasn’t too late for any other plans. I already know what I want, what I have been working for for YEARS. Only this year did that come to fruition when the Superior General emailed me to give me a shot with the SSPX Oblates. (You couldn’t have imagined my joy.) I will not throw away what I have fought tooth and nail for, and yet to now know truly what I am giving up…it is bitter sweet. I guess it is better to make a fully informed decision.
Here’s the kicker: My roommate just told me she likes the same guy and I third wheel it ALL the BLOODY TIME. Kicker two: She knows I like him. Kicker three: He told me at the bar two nights ago that he likes her. Kicker four: I put him back together this year and I’ve been around to fall in love for months and said roomie has been here for two. She’s just beautiful, intelligent, smart, witty AF, and is just the right amount of bashful–things I’m not…except for the witty part. I’ve never dealt with jealousy before now, and it’s only a small jelly, but it freaks me out. In this respect I would kill to be off the island yesterday. BUT. My heart hurts. I tried to avoid him but he wouldn’t let me, and I have God to thank that he’s too blind to see how much I feel. I have to tape my mouth so I don’t blurt it out before I leave.
Before I leave. So much to do, so little time. 29 days.
I’m moving to Idaho! With my little God-sister!!!!!! I am thrilled beyond belief, I just have to get off the island to feel it…need the wind in my hair, iced coffee in hand, and music playing.
While I am moving off the Island in June, I won’t reach ID till August. I am flying to Switzerland to visit the Sisters, and then to France to begin El Camino de Santiago with my best babe-Tess! That’ll take a while and may do the trick and kill me. Once I get stateside again, I’ll drive from Toronto to ID, then down to Cali for ANOTHER pilgrimage that I set up with a good friend, then back up to ID to get a job and work my butt off for a year…Then head to the Novitiate.
It’s been the longest year of my life, and while so many parts of it were terrible, I needed it. I just don’t know if I’m ready to close this book.
The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
My/not my guy: