Not that anyone is following this blog with anything other than side-eyed amusement, but if you were, forgive the months long absence. We are in a moment of transition. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Moving back across the country is an enormous task in an of itself, but between moving back to where I feel I am my most authentic person and recognizing how living in a place can change a person, my ‘emotional knapsack’ is a mixed bag. (bonus points if you got that reference.)
Schitt’s Creek was a pandemic find for us. Yes, we were very late to the party, but bingeing it made it possible to power through the first season when the show was still finding its footing. We were just finishing the last handful of episodes of the last season when I was offered a job on the east coast. As the Rose’s were looking to their fictional futures, making important choices for themselves, and (in some cases) moving away from the community that had held them up in one of the most difficult times in their lives, I came to understand that transition is necessary for growth. I felt such a kinship as they weighed out what was best for them and that it also meant they would no longer live in adjoining motel rooms. Their family was splitting up, growing up, dreaming and developing, taking chances and being unafraid of the future. Isn’t that the beauty of scripted television? There is no fear because there is no future written. Just hope.
It took us a long time to find our tribe in LA. Eventually we did and that is what allowed me to endure a career change, different jobs in an unsteady new industry, and (still) a pandemic in the most populous county in the US. I am forever grateful to those who held us up when life here was hard. You know who you are and we love you.
As I also look to our future, there is the hope that we will find a new tribe, a new community to share friendsgivings, hanging out for no reason or motive other than pure admiration of each other, support in major life events, and the friendship sort of love that endures time and distance. I will still have my tribe of LA misfits from the better part of the last decade. (The pandemic has taught me how to keep in touch better, silver lining, but not worth the lives lost.) We are taking the next step into the future. This is it. This is the end of the show and the beginning of a new one. We’re ready.