Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Chicago platter of possibility


I realize we don't get to take 'stuff' with us when we go. 

But we do like stuff for what it means to us.  

This simple little platter was something I purchased on a whim 20 years ago (pre-Anthropologie, for reference) in the city of my first 'home' — Chicago. A charming little studio apartment at the time. 

And it's been in every home of mine since.

But tonight, this little platter held the turkey for the first Thanksgiving hosted here in my current 'home' — and first house. A day that completely filled me with joy. With the company of my dear friend and her mom over here today for the feasting. And my pup, looking intently to see who would drop some turkey. From the platter. 

All this to say, there's no way my 20yr-old self could have seen where things would wind up beyond that little studio apartment. New adventures. Moving to France. Florida. Now the DC area. And loved ones lost along the way. New kiddos, nieces, nephews, added to the family tree. New friends, neighbors, loves, and experiences. 

So sure, this is just a little platter. 

But I feel that beginning all those years ago, there was a fierce sentiment of bold hope in this little platter. For possibility, growth, and hope. 

And even (or especially) in the world we live in now, I still feel that. Even if the things we do today or this year, won't come to fruition for years yet to come — still, we must do them. Now. 

Trust. Believe in their possibility, growth, and hope. 

Believe. 



And for those of you keen on breadcrumbs, Perry Como's "There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays" is on the radio. He's right, for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home.



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