A little known fact about me is that in October of 2018 my parents made the decision to separate. It was for the best, however it didn’t make it any less sucky. I dealt with it in my own odd ways; getting an ear piercing, writing emo diary entries and watching YouTube channels of families who were “whole”.
Things have calmed down now and it’s become the new normal, however, when thinking about old family memories, the phrase; “When all was right with the world” keeps coming to mind. Now obviously nothing has ever been perfect in our world. I’m an optimist but even I know we’ve made our world a pretty fucked up place. However, it’s hard not to think of something that used to be so good and not feel like something went wrong. For the last couple years before my parents separated, I knew it was a ticking time bomb. I would savour our family vacations and dinners together, with the thought at the back of my head that it could go away in an instant. I knew I needed to collect these memories so that in a way, it would feel like we were still together once the “bomb went off”.
But I’ve come to realize that “when all was right in the world” doesn’t just have to refer to something as serious as family. I feel that sense of safety in the little things: arguing with my sister over who gets shotgun, goofing off in textiles class with my friends, practicing Spanish in my head in the back of my car while my mom laughs at me because my lips were moving, texting theatre memes to my drama friends, choir rehearsal, and improv practice. Your world can change in an instant, but that doesn’t mean everything has to be demolished. We’ve made new normals and learned new things about ourselves (like apparently my Dad is a great cook!). No matter what is happening, just try and savour the tiniest things that you will someday remember as “when all was right in the world”.