When I went back to look at the piece, it evoked a little emotion from me. My teacher asked for more background... and unlocking the memories I chose to put away was a little painful. I acknowledged some of things in my past that is key to analyzing who I am today.
Can you hear my voice now?
I have never been alone. This is my immediate thought as my black Toyota-- filled with snacks, a loaded iPod, and 3 suitcases of clothing—enters onto I-94. It’s pouring. Many romantic novels use water to symbolize a baptism. I watched the raindrops fall unto my car at such a thick and rapid pace. At one point, I seemed to be submerged underwater, struggling with the idea of being in solitude. This simple Labor Day weekend trip to Nashville turned into something more. It became my voyage to self-discovery.
It rains throughout the majority of Indiana. How could I be on the road with two people and still feel alone? I try to think of what that word even means. My ships (the endearing term for line sisters) and I interject brief, non-linear sentences about being single. After the first exposure to true love, “it’s hard for me to believe that I will ever find someone else,” my ship summarizes perfectly. I convinced myself that I beat those odds. Everyone says that women find their husbands in college. I had an advantage. My high school sweetheart filled my world with everything I needed, serving as my best friend and companion. I didn’t need to find “the husband” in college. Though, I spoke too soon. Those attributes which kept me in love with him, left me vulnerable. I transitioned from the familiar and friendly faces of my predominantly black high school into the diverse new world of college. Afraid, I relied on his comfort. But, he was not there.
On the tail-end of I-65, the clouds disappeared to unveil the morning sun. My urban up-bringing sheltered me from the beauty of the rural south. “Welcome to Kentucky.” The fields of green grass sprout with hints of autumn. This warmth sends me into the past. I remember my childhood. I sat near the phone on summer days, anxious for my mother to say I can come back now because she’s home from work. Disappointment. She spent her free-time with her boyfriend’s family. I lied in my granny’s bed those nights. Nightmares occurred at an early age, but I awakened to my granny’s smile and invitation to watch Arsenio Hall or Oprah. I played with the neighborhood kids under the loving eye of my grandmother. Her motto: if I can’t see you, you’ve gone too far. December 5th will mark the fourth year of my search for her. Afraid of change, I relied on her words for support in my transition into adulthood. But, I can no longer see her… she is not here.
Nashville served its purpose, unexpectedly. The most life-changing moment happened at Carnton Plantation. My first visit to a slave plantation brought me back to reality. The richness of battered hands and broken families lay fresh in the door handles of the slave cabins as we reflected upon our history. Somehow, despite the unfathomable conditions of losing loved ones to grave bearings (human auctions or death), slaves maintained an individual strength resulting in both self-reliance and an ability to adapt to change for their survival.
Back on the road and again confronted with my thoughts. I’ve moved in a circular pattern through the last four years. Emotionally exposed, I refused to deal with the changes in my life and found comfort in the first warm smile on campus. The instability of that friendship placed me where I am now. I am single and my grandmother is gone. My mother lives in Florida with my sister’s family, leaving me in Evanston. For the first time in 21 years, I’m bombarded with no sense of home, no sense of where I belong. I am alone internally; lacking self-reliance because I looked to others to fill that void in the past. I walked out of my car with the desire to be alone. I need a strong loving and reliable relationship with myself to not feel disappointment when loved ones cannot be there for me. This trip began with heavy rain, yet resulted in a new attitude. The quest for self-reliance begins this fall.