Reading this weeks writing challenge I found myself nodding along thinking of how often I struggle to start writing due to having too many things to write about… Often resulting in a blog blowout.
Looking around me I see one object in particular which hits a nerve, it’s sentimental, it’s relevant… It has a blog-worthy story to go with it…Hanging on my living room wall are a pair of wooden “S” letters. They are painted ivory, each hung by a navy blue ribbon and covered with scribbles in blue “sharpie” ink – classy or what?
A year and a half ago – almost to the day- it was our wedding day. The colour scheme was navy blue and ivory -The navy to match my husbands military dress blues and the traditional ivory to match my dress – which was chosen purely because it looked nicer with the navy.
Due to the logistics, timing and finances linked to a fast wedding involving two people with family in different countries we chose to have no family – just friends at our wedding. 9 to be exact; 3 whom I had known previously, 5 of his friends whom I had met the same night as I met my husband-to-be and 1 whom had asked the awkward “so are you … like… official… or….?” A little further down the line.
The service was at the local registry office -in a pink room which totally ruined my colour scheme!- followed by a pre-ordered meal at our favourite restaurant. The night before, my girls and I had set the table with home-made decorations, center-pieces and name tags… Finishing it off with our wooden S letters… One on the back of my chair and one on the back of my husband-to-be. Together they signified our first names AND (post-wedding) our surname too. We would now both be “SS”
After the meal the letters were passed around the table and signed by the few guests we had – Somehow we managed to avoid the profanities they threatened to write and instead ended up with some kind- but mostly strange and funny sentiments which are now a part of our home, moving with us wherever we go – even if the people that wrote them aren’t.
It’s having familiar things -like these wooden letters- that usually makes a house feel more like a home. But as I sit here I can’t help but feel sad because I miss them. Physical distance aside I miss the friendships, I miss how things were at that moment in time. Many of them moved away with the military, some just grew apart while others sparked deeper relationships. Things change, people change… Life goes on.
These letters remind me of a moment in time, it’s immortalized in them through the writing, in the photos and the memories themselves. At the time we were just there -in the moment- but now we are actually living the parts we had previously swept over. The moving away from anything or anyone you know…the intense flash-in-the-pan friendships that feel more like a ‘holiday romance’ just because we all happen to be in the same place at the same time…the realization that these bittersweet letters aren’t a one off…that this will happen time and time again…that real relationships will be very few and far between – and even then there’s a good chance one of us will have to say goodbye and move on…
They remind me of how things were but also of how things can be. I’ve been anxious about meeting people here. I’m Sure you can imagine the idea of making an effort with people whom probably won’t be here for long doesn’t really motivate me to get out there but these letters signify just that. That even though I may not make many friendships that will last a lifetime … I will absolutely make memories that will.
Other Entries for this weeks challenge (If this works)
- My Favourite Thing | So Here’s Us…
- My Full Circle of the Personal Analysis Bureau | Ever Upward
- Haiku Trio | A Full Cup of Tea
- The 6th of March 1997 – Fishkill, New York | Forgotten Correspondance
- Post-it-Note | The Shady Tree
- Frying Pans And A Knife | Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
- Object of Connection | Through The Eyes Productions
- An Insignificant Object | Wired With Words
- tattered pages | from dreams to plans
- These Boots Are Made For Working | Finale to an Entrance
- Do It Everyday? | davidriswanto
- My treasured trinket | tornin2’s Blog
- OBJECT OF DESIRE | Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
- New Socks Insult My Intelligence | Bumblepuppies
- Pinwheel in motion | Emovere
- Objectively Cooking | Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings
- My camera | Scent of Rina
- Doing the dishes | MoreThanMelts
- Oranges are the only fruit | litadoolan
- Far from Eden | field of thorns