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What's Left: 23 is going to be my year ... I hope

My twenties have been home to some of the hardest events of my life so far, but I am looking forward to what is ahead.

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Emma McNamee

At the end of this week, I will be turning 23, and as that date approaches, I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on the past couple of years and thinking about what the next one will bring. So far my twenties have been largely not what I expected them to be, and in many ways, not what I hoped.

I’ve heard it said that while your high school years will always stay with you, your twenties are a time of self-discovery and some of the best years of your life. I can say I have learned a lot about myself, but the good parts — well, I sometimes feel I am still holding my breath, waiting for those to start.

In May of 2019 — just a month after I turned 20 — the end of my second year of college took an abrupt turn when my grandmother got sick. I finished up finals, packed up my apartment, and instead of sticking around Chicago for another week as I had planned, my dad and a family friend drove me back to the Twin Cities to be with family.

The diagnosis was … bleak. My dad and my two sisters said their goodbyes and returned home to work and school. I stayed in the cities with my mom and my uncle to help care for my grandma. We took her home, to the house on the lake that she and my grandfather had built together. We made her comfortable. I held her hand when she went.

It was, in short, a poor way to kick off a new decade. I wish I could say things turned around from there, but a month later, we put down my childhood dog, Luna, and I ended the summer with a severe head injury that meant delaying my last year of school.

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I arrived back in Chicago just in time for 2020 … and two months later, I was packing my bags once more as teachers scrambled to provide answers while the word “pandemic” was uneasily slipped into conversations. It was March then. A friend of mine assured me we would be back in a few weeks, just in time to go out for my 21st birthday.

The day before I left Chicago, I was assaulted on the street while handing out food. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be gone and I hadn’t wanted my groceries to go to waste. I struggled to talk about this as much as I struggle to not be angry over it, even though two years have passed. During those first months when everyone was in lockdown, despite how isolating it felt, there was a part of me glad to be away from all other people. I lost some peace of mind over that incident, and I’m not sure I’ll ever fully get it back.

There were other, difficult things that happened during those years. My uncle cut ties with our family after my grandmother’s death. I attended a friend and former teammate’s funeral. He was one of several 2017 graduates from my hometown to take their own lives since we graduated, during a year where nationwide, suicide rates for young people skyrocketed . I think about him often. Every time I go home, I see the photo of us and several other teammates, taken on stage just after qualifying for State Speech our senior year. I can’t bring myself to take it down, no matter how sad it makes me.

There are parts of my twenties I don’t know how to talk about still. There are moments of closure I am still waiting on. There were spans of months where I felt like I was moving from one tragedy to the next, and as I looked back on what had been an incredibly painful time, I remember being afraid that adulthood would always be this way. Even writing this, it is disheartening to think back on what was a new start for me, meant to be an exciting time, and reconcile with the fact that so many of the major personal events I remember from my twenties are negative.

Time marches on, though. I finished up my last classes, and 10 months ago, I graduated from college. Four months later, I started a job in my field where I have been able to grow as a writer, a reporter, and a person. I adopted a dog. I have my own place to call home and I am doing my best to fill it with things that make me happy. I have watched good things come to some of the people I love most in the world — many of whom have faced their own hardships over the last few years — and I think, we’re going to be OK. We’ve got people to hold us through the hardships and cheer on our triumphs, and that’s enough for me.

I know I am not alone in struggling with the last few years. I know there are plenty of people still struggling with new and old weights that sometimes feel too heavy to bear. To be honest, there are days — weeks, even — I don’t carry everything as well as I would like.

When that happens, I lean on the people I love and I try to keep in mind this line I read somewhere once, though I don't remember where. I keep it taped to my wall now, so I don't forget. Hope is a skill. Hope is not something you have, it's something you create for yourself.

I’m working on it, still. I am trying to create, even when it's hard, or perhaps especially then. I am hoping for better days — for myself and anyone else who needs it — but if they don’t come, I hope the hard times will be brief. Mostly though, I hope you persist. I hope we all do.

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Emma McNamee joined The Globe team in October 2021 as a reporter covering Crime & Courts, Politics, and the City beats. Born and raised in Duluth, Minn., McNamee left her hometown to attend school in Chicago at Columbia College. She graduated in 2021 with a degree in Multimedia Journalism, with a concentration in News & Feature Writing and a minor in Creative Writing.
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