I have lived through a boat load of change over the past few years. While I have been with my husband (23 years and counting), I have lived in Ann Arbor, MI, Pittsburgh, PA, Washington, DC, Chicago, IL, and Philadelphia, PA. Before we joined forces, I lived in Grand Rapids, MI, Cambridge and Somerville, MA, and St. Louis, MO. And all the while, starting as a teenager, I had myself a little dream I would feed with visits to Broadway and the Algonquin, walks through neighborhoods I would get to know as an “almost” local through these repeat visits, meanderings through museums whose collections I grew to know like the back of my hand.
And 2010 provides a possibility of that dream realized. Through a gem of a position for which husband is being considered I might soon be a New Yorker. In my heart I’ve felt like one for decades. We’ll see if this happens.
And not surprisingly, words from a Garland film come to me during this waiting game. Unlike Tootie Smith, I’m not sobbing at the news of a possible move to New York City, worried about my snow people, moaning that no place could possibly be like St. Louis. Like sister Esther Smith, I see the possibilities of the biggest city in the country and one of the biggest cities in the world, the fact that many people hope to live there, and that regardless of place, the most important thing is that family is together.
“New York is a wonderful town. Everybody dreams about going there, but we’re luckier than lots of families because we’re really going. Wait till you see the nice new home we’re going to have, and the loads and loads of new friends we’re going to make. But the main thing is, Tootie, that we’re all going to be together, just like we’ve always been. That’s what really counts. We could be happy anywhere as long as we’re together!”
Meet Me in St. Louis (1944). Esther Smith to Tootie Smith.