Friday, June 05, 2009

Home is where the __________ is

This week, I had a short interlude from my busy shooting schedule in NYC for a quick jaunt down to my hometown of Lutz, and it couldn’t have come a moment sooner. I had reached one of those breaking points, the kind where I found myself snipping at others, arguing with my close friends… heck, I think I may have given a guy who was harassing me on the street THE finger. Southern hospitality had long escaped my nature, and that was totally uncharacteristic of my usually sunny disposition. I had to get out.

The weird part was that I had already spent a lot of time on the road the past few weeks with the Venom campaign getting ready to kick into full swing, random photo shoots, time spent working with Project Sunshine, various charity organizations I had pledged my efforts to, and long nights on the movie set… I really hadn’t spent that much time in NYC. Yet, I had somehow come to loathe it once more. There were days I would walk through the city and the weather would be beautiful, and I think to myself, “Wow, I could actually make it here.” But then there were the other kinda days where I would look outside at the ominous clouds.. and think.. “Check Please.”

So after a long day of shooting, I boarded a plane for home. My dad greeted me at the other end of my journey with open arms, then immediately launched into questions about work, my apartment, etc. etc. etc. Didn’t I leave NYC to get away from all this????.. I quickly changed the subject to my time in Indy, and he seemed none the wiser. Whew, dodged that bullet for now.

Upon walking into my house, I was attacked by my three dogs, two of which are fairly young puppies, and seemed to have absolutely no clue who I was. They sat there and barked at me, as if I had come for the televisions, the Wii, and fine jewelry. In their defense, I was dressed in all black, but still. I took off my baseball cap and greeted them in one of those high pitched voices one greets animals and small children. Then, they finally calmed down with some sense of recognition.

Monday was spent mainly with friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen in a while, for more reasons than my busy work schedule. I had allowed selfish deceptive people into my life, and had turned my back on some of them based on misinformation. So, I manned up, faced my faults, and apologized for any part I had had in excommunicating them from my life. They admitted that they had taken the grudge a little far as well… but in the end it was just us, getting back to us. The two girls that could laugh at just about anything, make up hand gestures and horrible dance moves to pretty much any song imaginable, and of course share our desserts. Besides, I was tired of eating them all by myself, and it was beginning to show in my jeans.

Tuesday I decided to partake in something I couldn’t really get up North… some quality time on the Florida beaches. I know you’re saying, well.. don’t you have the Hamptons and “The Shore” up there??.. And the answer is.. of course we do, but neither of those two places have my dearest and closest friends near them to goof off with. That particular day I was with my girlfriend and her two kids, whom had had their fair share of less than sunny days lately given the fact that my girlfriend and her husband were fixing to get embroiled in what looked to be an awfully messy divorce.

The five year old boy seemed relatively unaffected. After all, to a kid that young all divorce really translates to is.. “YAY… two Christmases!!!!”

But the ten year old, she knew what was up.

As we sat in the shallow water and let the waves wash up on us, I asked her about how things had been going. How’s your dad?.. How’s your mom???.. But most importantly… how was she holding up???..

She just looked down and picked up a handful of sand and let the waves take it from her, as she shrugged.

“Are you happy???” I asked her.

“Sometimes,” she said. “At least there isn’t any fighting. That got really old. But I do miss my family. I’ve talked to my teachers about it.. and they’re right. The divorce isn’t happening because my parents don’t love me, its happening because they forgot how to love each other. My house is still my house, now there are just two of them. Sometimes I get frustrated with mom and dad bickering back and forth about money, but at least I don’t have to fall asleep to it anymore. And at least I still have my house. It’s still my home, it’s just a lot quieter now.”


Yeah, she is only ten years old… going on 40. For as long as I have known this little girl, she has always been wise beyond her years. Sometimes her know-it-all-ness is a pain in the ass, but she’s still one smart little cookie. Sometimes embarrassingly so… because she will call “it like it is.” How is it a ten year old, in the midst of what was going to be one of those Tyson-Holyfield matches of the century divorces had a better sense of what “home” was than I did?? I am twenty five, cutting my teeth in the real world, and learning that it’s not all its cracked up to be, and really couldn’t be more unsettled than ever. The past five years of my life had sent me to Tallahassee to Oregon to California, and somehow I landed in one of the biggest cities in the world. I had gone from being Shamu and star of my own show, to Nemo in a big ocean… and believe me, there were plenty of sharks circling waiting to make a meal out of me. After all, this city has a way of taking a bite out of even the strongest of psyches.

Standing in the middle of the girl explosion my room had become in the last few days, I began to pack my things and listen to the Rays game on the television in the background. My mom came back to survey my progress and let me know my dinner was ready.

“If you don’t get out here Dakota is going to eat your steak,” she says. “This can wait til later.”
For the first time in weeks, I can honestly say I wasn’t hungry.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said, unenthusiastically as I stuffed the last of my clothes into my suitcase.

My mom sensed something was wrong, as all good mothers tend to do.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I stopped my packing and just kinda sat there. After a minute or two I looked up at her with tears in my eyes.

“I’ve spent so much time away from here, and out on my own, being pulled in so many directions, I just don’t know where I belong anymore. I come “home” to get away from it all. And it doesn’t feel like “home” anymore. Sure, my cat is here now with you guys… but that doesn’t really make it my home. Just makes it feel like a half way house. None of my furniture is here. Hell, I’m just waiting for daddy to take out my bed and turn this into either a workout center or “The Naked Room” he keeps joking about. (Which, quite honestly, I find mortifying.) But then I go to NYC, and nothing really seems to stick there either. I have very few close friends, because they all have such vastly different lives than I do. They all have boyfriends, hell, even my guy friends have boyfriends.. and I am left playing the third wheel on their tricycle. It’s really gotten old. I don’t have Vegas (my cat) up there anymore, but it wasn’t fair for me to keep leaving her while I was on the road. All I come home to is an apartment full of furniture, my roommate’s latest concoction in the kitchen, some DVRed episodes of How I Met Your Mother, and an empty bed. The only human interaction I really get these days is on set, or when I am arguing with the guys from PTI about how ludicrous some of their statements are. But, at least they don’t argue back.”

My mom tried her best to laugh at me, though she could tell I was genuinely upset. “The point is mother, all the places that should feel like home to me, don’t anymore. I come to Tampa, and I feel like I am in everyone’s way or “just visiting.” I go to NYC, and I feel like it’s just some temporary stop on my journey, so I don’t get too wrapped up in meeting new people. And I certainly don’t date anyone, because for as diverse of a city as NYC claims to be, it really and truly is the same cookie cutter guy, just in different outfits. The whole idea of courtship and building something takes a backseat to just “having fun.” And you KNOW what I mean. And… I’m better than that. I guess I am just looking for some sign… something that says THIS is where I am supposed to be. Wherever THIS is. Sure, work has come leaps and bounds these past few months, because I have found good people, with good intentions, that actually believe in me… but I want something more than that. I want some stability. And no one can seem to tell me how to find that.”

My mom thought about it for a second. “Jennifer, you know you will always have stability here, it’s just hard to give you advice or point you in the right direction because your father and I have no earthly clue how your industry works. As far as boys… I don’t honestly know how you do it. I would never want to try to date in today’s world. The things you girls have to deal with and worry about, they are downright scary. If I didn’t have your father… well.. I’d be single.. the rest of my life. I know NYC gets lonely, but you’re up there for a reason. You’re making waves, and people are about to see what you are really capable of. I want so badly for you to succeed, and you know your father and I will support you however we can.. emotionally .. of course. But, we can only do so much. I think you’ve just kinda outgrown us….”

“Ha, I haven’t outgrown any of you…” I laughed, “just the daybed in my room. Between Vegas and I… well.. it’s a tad on the full side.”

“You know what I mean,” she said. “Just know, that we haven’t given up on you, and… you shouldn’t give up on you either. Don’t stress the one thing you don’t have. Instead, focus on all the amazing positive things you have coming up. And know.. that you can always run here.”
By this point in the conversation we were both trying to be hard asses and not cry, but we weren’t doing all that great of a job. So, I changed the subject, gave her a hug and put off packing the rest of my suitcases til after dinner. I left part of this title blank for a reason, maybe YOU can help me answer. I spent my whole life trying to leave “home” and now it seems I will spend the rest of my adult life trying to find a way to get back to it, whatever that may mean. Maybe that is because I’m still figuring out what makes a “home.” It’s not the “people,” as the ten year old put it, because her parents had split. It’s not the furniture or four walls, because well, I had that in NYC, and it was still missing something. And it wasn’t Tampa, because while I had people that love me there, I couldn’t pursue my dreams the way I wanted to. What makes us come to call a certain place home anyway?...

Maybe home is a place for you to just.. “belong.” Some place where you just fit, like a great pair of shoes, that you can walk around in and not get blisters or sore feet. It’s a place to take shelter from all the storms in our life, no matter how tumultuous they get. It’s perfectly natural for us to go through periods of life where we feel lost, maybe this is one of mine.

The next few months of my life will be hectic ones, and definitely roads less traveled by. I’d become a regular gypsy, and no Mr. Borat, you may not “have my tears.” While part of me is scared senseless to begin this journey, the other part of me says.. “Bring it on.” If there is one thing I have learned from my adventures and my misadventures at that, it’s that you can never be sure who you will meet along the way. Who knows??.. Maybe you’ll find someone to bring along on the ride. Which leads me to ask… Which one of you is coming with me?...

I may not have all the answers now, and maybe I never will, but I have the utmost of faith that someday I will end up right where I belong. At the right place, the right time, with the right person. And until that moment comes, at least I know my family will always leave the light on for me.

“Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. ~Frederick W. Robertson”

6 comments:

Kiera said...

Home can be many different things to people. Some think of it as an outlet, while others think of it as a safe haven. I think of home as a place where you build memories (good & bad), where friends & family gather, where you can just be yourself without having to put on that "mask". I'm more of the shy reserved kind of girl out in the world, not talking much & always keeping my head down for the most part. At home I'm more open & little more talkative than I am when out in public & I express myself more. It's not really the home itself that makes the memories for me, it's the people I share them with. I lived in NJ, NY, FL, CA & FL again. My biggest memories come from growing up in Sarasota. Going to watch the White Sox play at Ed Smith Stadium, going to Jungle Gardens & going up to Juniper Springs & taking that God awful 7-mile canoe trip with my family, camping up at Ginny Springs, those are what memories are to me. So for me it's the place that makes it home to me, not the house itself. I'm 30 years old & I still don't have the answers yet & I'm still trying to find myself & my place in this world. For some people it gets easier, for others it gets harder, me I'm in the middle right now; I'm kind of going in both directions if you know what I mean? For now I'm going to continue to enjoy the ride & see where it takes me.

Coxymoney said...

Jenn, you are quite unexpectedly and unequivocally becoming one of my absolute favorite people in the world, and I had no clue of who you were until my good friend WC made mention of you coming to Indy. I'm constantly struggling with my normal friends inability to just stay real. I find myself not able to speak to anything that is happening in my life, let alone others life other than through the pen and the paper that is never viewed by anyone other than myself. Friends of mine that have a lot less to juggle on a day-to-day basis, have a hard time deciding what xbox360 game to drown themselves in, or why they saw the guy they like with another girl, again, after he promised.

Since October 6th of last year I've had to deal with a robbery attempt that left me in a coma, forced to raise my sisters kids because of some decisions she's made, and one of my start-up companies dissolved for reasons that dwelling on won't change the fact I can't control other peoples decisions or sometimes you are blinded in hopes of something or someone not being who they really are.

But at the end of the day, all of it, has done nothing but make me a stronger person and proved that resiliency is truly something that cannot be measured or detoured.

Still though, I find myself driving to a friends house at 2 am in the morning because I know they need someone there for them. Regardless of the fact I have to be up at 5 am, or that I haven't actually slept in the past 28 hours. And even from professionals here I am, getting the "you're a miracle, we can't explain it," from doctors making 6 figure salaries, and no follow ups initiated by anyone other than myself. And for the guy that prides himself on being one of the first five people his friends call, WHENEVER they need something -- not having one friend even offer to have a substantial conversation past "how are the kids, how are you?" through Facebook or text messages.

I enjoy conversation. I enjoy "digging" as one of my friends pointed out, because people are surprised to see when you really care, or really want to know what THEY are doing/thinking. Listening is something that goes largely unnoticed and avoided. We live in an age that is me-me-me-me. I guess this best describes me: "Pushing buttons exposes flaws....so you're a fixer." And close friends and family will say that I refuse to use a filter. However at what point does using a filter, begin to filter out the things we should actually be talking about?

I guess I see more good than bad in unfiltered conversation, unfiltered friendships. If you don't love me for the real me, then don't understand love anymore than you do E=MC^2.

Sheridan said...

Oddly enough, perhaps your blog is home. It is for me, also a mid20s ambitious sojourner. I think a home is where your identity rings true, and one's writings is certainly that. So many other things change, or are incomplete aspects of us, that they don't let us feel 'at home'. I think home is all about those comfortable conversations, or people who really get you. And in your blog style, that seems to be your aim. So while it's not really the same as a physical home, the internet still counts for something.

keep blogging Jenn. Great stuff, and don't give up.

Brad said...

Jenn,

First of all keep your head up! Everything happens for a reason. Second of all, you might just want to focus on work for a while. Sacrifice your life for a few years and if things are not going the way you want them to go, stop what your doing and start all over again. Your still young you have time. Maybe you'll realize then that where you are living now is home, and you might run into Mr. Right when your not looking for him. The best girlfriends I've ever had I found when I wasn't looking.

B

Marv Dumon - Examiner.com Writer said...

I wouldn't think too much of it, keep doin' what you're doin', take it day by day, and thankful for all your blessings...

Life's as complicated as how you make it to be, or as simple and steady as you make it to be.

Veritas said...

Hi there Jenn.
Hope you're doing better.
Well, what can I say to you that will help you?!
For starters I know what that feels like, because of my job sometimes I have to spend months out my country and in the beginning I can honestly tell you it really took its price on me.
It wasn't the being away that was hard it was the coming back; to see and feel all that I've lost on those months, but like all things in life I learn to deal with it and I guarantee that you'll do it too.
Yes it will that its time but I promise you you will learn to make any place you go your home; hell if I could do it and I was only 23 at the time you can do it to.
I came to realize that even if I was away I needed to make every effort to remain in contact with the people that were important to me, and if you look at the world we live today that is more easy than when it was the time of our parents, we have the internet we have cell phones that we can even see the person we are talking with, basecly we have an arsenal of devices that makes those long distances not seem so long.
And it is something you will have to do if you want to continue with your career, you know that, and if you can't do it then I recommend you change it for something else; after all doing something just because will make you even more sad and will start to eat you inside.
I know that you are strong but all of us have to make our stand when things aren't right; and trust me it isn't just because you arrive home and feel lonely, there is more behind that sadness, you're not feeling happy you're not feeling fulfilled and if it goes on then I fear for you Jenn.
Many times I've seen friends just not being able to deal with their situations and they started to look for an way out and that led them to a path I wish with all my strenght you will not follow.
Basecly Jenn, life is filled with opportunities and choices, and you have to start to have and hold on your heart, define your objectives and start to demand less of yourself.
I see with every post you enter, how much you demand of yourself and you simply can't keep doing that to yourself; trust me there is nothing wrong in wanting to have a good career, having good friends beside you and be loved has much has you want to, but let me give a little advice from someone that has been were you are now (emotionaly) and learned to overcome it "YOU MUST HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELF AND THE STRENGHT TO BELIEVE THAT ALL OF THOSE THINGS WILL COME IN TIME".
With this I leave you this citation of George Moore "A person walks all around the world looking for what he/she needs and returns home to find it".
Big hug.