The Ties That Bind Deb Amy

Am I the only person who thought this week’s topic was about Fifty Shades of Grey?

Well then, in the new light in which I am thinking about the ties that bind, I’m reminded of the many times I moved. Five times in the 1990’s. During that time I had to leave a lot of stuff behind and not accumulate more stuff.  This taught me, quite plainly, that while I liked my things, and while I liked nice things, I had truly come to appreciate their place and value. Which was, not much.

I’m not attached to any objects so much so that it would devastate me to lose them.  I have beautiful pieces that belonged to my grandmothers.

I have incredible pottery made by my children.

I have stacks of photo albums filled with vacation pictures and pictures from random escapades with friends and family.

I have treasured framed photos, old and new.

Even my books. I love books, especially now that I have many author friends (like Dame Dana) and many of my books are signed.

But if I didn’t have the stuff—I’d still have the friends, the family, the memories.  I love to look at my stuff. I like knowing it’s there.  But take it all away and I’d be just fine.

The truth is, people bind me. No pun intended. I live in a town that is neither a gastronomic nor cultural mecca. The closest bookstore is 30 minutes away. There’s no mall. There is nothing resembling anything social for a 48 year old single mom within a 30 mile radius.  It’s accessible to Chicago (the bright spot) but accessible means 50 minutes on the train.  It’s a town that I’ve dubbed “a great place to raise children” because that’s the truth.  And it looks really pretty at Christmas, even to this Jewish mother.

So why do I stay? It’s not because I raised my kids in this house. I’m not attached to the house, although I love it. I’d love something smaller. Mostly, I’d love something without what were once charming “original bathrooms.”

Yet, I am bound to this town and this house because of my kids. They’re both attending college in the Midwest, one will start in September and be two hours north. The other is 4 hours East.

I’m also willingly bound to this town by 14 years of friendships  and a sense of community.

Clearly, I know their place and value, as well.

I do think about the day I can go somewhere new with a smattering of familiar and comforting belongings.  And at that time, if I’m lucky, I’ll get all tied up in the next part of my life. Hopefully I’ll be somewhere bound for fun and adventure with family and friends, old and new.

Image courtesy of Adam Hart Davis

 

 

10 thoughts on “The Ties That Bind Deb Amy

  1. Everything I read of yours, I find enchanting. Some of it brings me almost
    to tears though usually I end up with a smile on my face. Always after
    reading you, I learn something new or something to ponder. I love you and
    your passion for writing. I love your talents that show so clearly in
    all you do. Your Father and I are more proud of you than you can ever know.

  2. Ties to people are the strongest kind. It’s why I moved back to Philly after so many years away — to be closer to family. At the same time, I made strong ties with lots of people in DC, where we last lived, and feel an undeniable pull there as well.

    Btw, the 50 Shades reference is hilarious. Ah, the direction we could have taken these posts…

    • I think about the possibility of moving back to Philly, even though I’ve been gone since 1990. But with kids who grew up in Chicago, and are steadfast Midwesterners, it probably won’t happen any time soon.

    • Yeah, so I thought of it before I wrote my post. What of it, Kerry? 😉 Glad to count you among my friends!

  3. People make the best bindings. 🙂

    Re your bathrooms: “charming” is real estate code for “run the other way.” *grin*

  4. Amy, I think the best solution here is that when your book is a huge bestseller and they make a major motion picture based on it, you should keep your house AND buy a pied a terre in Philly.

  5. I’m rather glad to know I wasn’t the only one whose mind went to the “bondage” place when I heard about this week’s topic. I’m also glad I resisted the urge to actually focus my Thursday post on it (I was tempted…) – and I love the fact that you talk about the people you’re attached to.

    I’m so like you in this way. Most of my real attachments are to people (or memories involving people, as I mentioned yesterday) – I’m definitely bound by the friends who mean so much to me. And I’m so glad I can count you and my other Deb Sisters among those friends!

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