Living The Dream

  Life is a funny thing you know. Always twisting and turning and just when you think you have some direction you realize your Garmin navigation system of life is yelling at you to make a U-turn in an area in which you know it’s illegal. Then you’re stuck. Stuck in that panicked, lost, horrible situation in which people are honking at you to make a move but you have no idea where you are, what you’re doing, or where you can go from that point. On the other hand life is also funny in the sense that it always works itself out. Sometimes not exactly as you planned it. But it works itself out. I suppose that’s reassuring in this crazy mess of a world we live in. I choose to look at it as an adventure. And trust me that’s exactly what my life has been for the past twenty-two years and I don’t see that changing any time in the near future.

  I was born in Hartford Connecticut and have lived the life as a gypsy ever since. Before you start picturing me playing a cimbalon in big hoop hearing while gazing into a crystal ball let me clarify that I’m not actually a gypsy. My family just thought it would be fun to move every few years; you know just to mix things up a bit. In reality my parents made the moving decisions in order to take better job opportunities so that my sister, brother, and I would have a better future. Or so that’s what we’ve been told. I do have this theory though that they are really secret spies, which is why we are constantly on the move. Regardless, I truly appreciate the sacrifices they have made for us and as far as I can see I haven’t been psychologically damaged in the process. You’ll have to check in with me a few years from now to see how that past statement is holding up.
 

  Currently I live at home with my parents, have two pet guppies named Carl and Lenny, and drive a big black mini-van named Shaniqua. You know, just living the dream. And yes, I do come from a family that names inanimate objects. Let me take this time to remind you I said my life was an adventure…not “normal” in any sense.  I always pictured that at this point in my life I would have my own apartment and a job that doesn’t pay a measly $7.50 an hour. Instead I have two completely pointless online classes standing in the way between me and my degree. World fairy tales and Business 499, aka “learning how to work in a factory”, are the two things that hold me back from landing a professional career. The most frustrating thing is that those classes have absolutely nothing to do with my major.  If I wanted to work in a factory I would have skipped the whole working my butt off for four years studying and working minimum wage jobs to pay for books and ramen noodles to eat so I could survive while living at school. And yet I continue to shell out over $1,000 per class to learn Chinese fairy tales about magicians who train ants to do magic tricks in order to avoid being eaten by their enemies.   One day I’ll look back at this and laugh and once again be reminded of how funny life thinks it is at times.

  The good news is that I was hired to do some freelance advertising/marketing for a local café in town.  I suppose it’s a good stepping stone on the path to becoming an official adult. Looking back at my past I can rest assured that this phase is going to be nothing less than an adventure. That’s ok. I think I’m ready. Bring it life. 

Stay tuned for updates on how this whole southern living thing is going!