A whole bunch of people have been telling me to get lost since I published the series about Ebor House.
“You need to get lost more often, Cynthia.”
“Get lost again, Cynthia.”
On and on it goes.
What no-one asked is: “How come you got so lost?”
It all started with an earlier wrong turn.
And a good-looking man.
I’d decided to drive home from my appointment using a country road – a back road – instead of the 401 highway.
By now you know that I could get lost in a room. So before I knew it, I was lost.
Turning around in a driveway, I was either thinking a swearword or saying it out loud, when suddenly I saw a man.
A tall, handsome man.
So being a gracious person, I said a most gracious thing:
“I didn’t know Black people lived around here.”
Time stopped as I realized what I’d just said.
He stared at me.
I stared back, speechless. The fact that I’m also Black did not excuse my words.
Then – thank God – he laughed.
“Nice homes in this area,” I said, desperately trying to get my foot out of my mouth.
“Some nicer ones on your way south,” he said. “Beautiful new homes. Just keep going. You can’t miss them.”
Remember I told you this, folks:
Words can get a person into trouble.
Those crazy words I blurted, for example.
But these ones too: “You can’t miss them”.
Because some of us can. We’re programmed that way.
The neighborhood I ended up in was not where he meant. Worse, I ended up going back east – entirely the wrong direction to get to my home.
And ended up in front of Ebor House.
So I could blame that lovely gentleman for all of this. But really, I thank him.
For not being offended.
And for being a crucial link in a chain of otherwise ridiculous events that landed me first in front of Ebor House, then, inside Ebor House…
… having coffee in Ron’s kitchen.
Next, I could blame all you readers who encouraged me to keep posting the series….
…which eventually led to bloggers and other people from around the world telling me to “Get lost, Cynthia.”
This is, of course, my strange way of thanking that unknown man, and everyone who followed the series and encouraged me to keep going. THANK YOU.
I’m exhausted now. But I’m also grateful. So much so, that just now I nearly added:
“I’d have been lost without you.”
The problem is that it would probably have been true.