I pretty much don't sleep anymore. I just lay in bed and think. It's kind of exhausting, but I can't find my Tylenol PM so tonight I decided to begin transforming some of these late at night personal ramblings into a new blog. Hopefully I'll be better at keeping this one up to date because this one has a goal...to journal my "adventures" as I set off again on yet another move.
Dictionary.com defines WANDERLUST as "a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about." A friend once accused me of being this type of person several years ago when I was debating between moving to San Diego or Houston...and I guess it kind of stuck. I don't think he meant it as a compliment. But I wear that description as a badge of honor now because I like traveling and the the way it's taught me to be adaptable, love all sorts of people, and understand that the world is so much bigger than my little corner of it. (Not to mention all the yummy food I've gotten to try along the way!)
It surprises most people who know me now that I barely even moved bedrooms until I was 18, which was also the age that I first went on a plane. (Technically speaking I took a plane to Hawaii when I was 2, but that doesn't really count since I can't remember it!) I lived in the same house on Bridgeport Circle until I moved to college. And essentially, I lived in the same room until then as well. There were a few brief stints in other rooms each time an older sister moved away to college and I tried to take over her space. But those were quickly passing seasons, and I continually ended up back in the room I came home from the hospital to, much to the dismay of my 3rd sister who had to share it with me until she left for college when I was 1o.
But in the last 8 1/2 years since I left home, I've grown to love moving, traveling and flying so much that it's almost ridiculous. In fact, my parents don't even react anymore when I do things like call them up to say that I'm moving to a new state in two weeks or that I'm contemplating living in a foreign country for a few months. They've grown to expect it and simply listen with a resigned, "What are you up to now?" expression on their faces when I tell them my new life-plan of the week.
You see, since the age of 18, I've spent: 4 college years in San Luis Obispo in 4 different housing locations; 4 months living in London and traveling around Europe to 8 countries; over a year in Houston, TX which involved 3 different housing locations; brief periods in Sacramento; 3+ years in Simi Valley (4 housing locations); visits to about 13 different states for various reasons and periods of time; and short-term mission trips to Uganda, Romania, and Mexico.
And now it's time once again (as the chain hanging from my rear-view mirror states) to GO SEE what the Lord has in store for me in a new place. This time it's Charlotte, North Carolina where I'm heading to spend a few months with my sister (yep, the same one that hated sharing a room with me as a kid), her husband, and their new baby. I'm incredibly excited but at the same time very sad to leave the area, church, and friends that have been home to me for over three years now. They have truly become "home" to me.
But the wanderlust in me is itching to go... so, I'm off to "go see" once again.
Dictionary.com defines WANDERLUST as "a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about." A friend once accused me of being this type of person several years ago when I was debating between moving to San Diego or Houston...and I guess it kind of stuck. I don't think he meant it as a compliment. But I wear that description as a badge of honor now because I like traveling and the the way it's taught me to be adaptable, love all sorts of people, and understand that the world is so much bigger than my little corner of it. (Not to mention all the yummy food I've gotten to try along the way!)
It surprises most people who know me now that I barely even moved bedrooms until I was 18, which was also the age that I first went on a plane. (Technically speaking I took a plane to Hawaii when I was 2, but that doesn't really count since I can't remember it!) I lived in the same house on Bridgeport Circle until I moved to college. And essentially, I lived in the same room until then as well. There were a few brief stints in other rooms each time an older sister moved away to college and I tried to take over her space. But those were quickly passing seasons, and I continually ended up back in the room I came home from the hospital to, much to the dismay of my 3rd sister who had to share it with me until she left for college when I was 1o.
But in the last 8 1/2 years since I left home, I've grown to love moving, traveling and flying so much that it's almost ridiculous. In fact, my parents don't even react anymore when I do things like call them up to say that I'm moving to a new state in two weeks or that I'm contemplating living in a foreign country for a few months. They've grown to expect it and simply listen with a resigned, "What are you up to now?" expression on their faces when I tell them my new life-plan of the week.
You see, since the age of 18, I've spent: 4 college years in San Luis Obispo in 4 different housing locations; 4 months living in London and traveling around Europe to 8 countries; over a year in Houston, TX which involved 3 different housing locations; brief periods in Sacramento; 3+ years in Simi Valley (4 housing locations); visits to about 13 different states for various reasons and periods of time; and short-term mission trips to Uganda, Romania, and Mexico.
And now it's time once again (as the chain hanging from my rear-view mirror states) to GO SEE what the Lord has in store for me in a new place. This time it's Charlotte, North Carolina where I'm heading to spend a few months with my sister (yep, the same one that hated sharing a room with me as a kid), her husband, and their new baby. I'm incredibly excited but at the same time very sad to leave the area, church, and friends that have been home to me for over three years now. They have truly become "home" to me.
But the wanderlust in me is itching to go... so, I'm off to "go see" once again.
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