Yes! It's over! Well, not quite. As I write this it's actually December 27th and it's our first day open after the holiday break and I'm still suffering from a sleep hangover from my brief time at my mom's house in Cleveland. But the end is in sight! I'm ending my year with a trip to see Spongebob the Musical with both of my siblings, which seems like the exact right way to do it. If most of this year was a joke, why not finish it with something that I can actually laugh at?
But first, a quick recap: A lot of things have happened this year. As you already know, we closed our beloved Forsyth St. shop and spent four months in flux as we rebuilt in our big new beauty of a space on Orchard St. Four months that were spend agonizing over budgets, design obstacles and wondering if our customers had forgotten about us (you definitely didn't and we thank you tremendously for that). In the midst of all of this I had to replace my leaky roof at home and adopted two cat brothers named Woody and Buzz, who I can't stop talking about. For this 27 year old kind-of business lady it was definitely one for the books, and one that taught me a LOT about being an adult. Two big insurance claims and one lawsuit later, here we are. The thing is, it all happened so fast that now I almost forgot that it happened at all. I'd even let the bad overshadow the good so much that I just about forgot that it was in this same year that my book was published and I got to make my dream pencil. Just today I was sitting alone at the desk in the shop and spent a moment admiring my favorite corner and thought to myself "wow, how did I get here?". Of course, on the worldwide scale of horrifying things that happened this year my hurdles are microscopic, but I'm not going to get political here--I'll just say: let this 2017 be a lesson in all things that make us human. May we all reflect on who we are and learn to understand what our place in this insane world is. BE the change, people!
Right now, though, I'm grateful that with all of the challenges that 2017 threw at me I made it out pretty unscathed and have a new shop and a new pet family to show for it and a thicker skin for whatever comes next. Last night as I took my favorite taxi ride--the ride across the Williamsburg bridge from Brooklyn at night, I looked at my city and thought about the first time I came here during Christmastime 14 years ago. My 13 year-old self was so certain that nothing more spectacular existed in the world. She was so full of anticipation for what her future might be in this place. For an instant last night I remembered what that felt like and I realized how proud I am that this place has become a part of who I am, for better or for worse. My confession, I guess, is that while in my year-end state of reflection I've realized that it really wasn't all that bad after all and that some of these things were maybe meant to happen the way they did. I hope that whatever happened in your 2017 has left you feeling more full than empty and that the good things that did happen give you a little push to dive into 2018 with gusto.
Photo: the very very very last photo of us ever taken outside of our old shop on the day that we moved the last of the stuff out.