"Moved today. You can find us at _ _ _ Carl Street. Love, Ella"
Seriously. This is a true story.
And though there are 2 generations between us, I caught the gypsy bug. I've moved. A *LOT* in my short adult-life so far. I'm very comfortable and happy with change (this is the opposite of both my mother and my husband--imagine the grief every time I donate boxes worth of things just to start fresh!). For me, there is something very therapeutic about packing up, starting anew, and settling down again. It's like my old life revised.
I just feel bad for everyone who has helped me move over the years :-\
Besides my husband and my parents, I've never asked the same person twice. I want to actually KEEP my friends, after all.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic.
In my youth, another thing I did was change my "identity" over and over and over again. Though this is pretty typical of all teens. I was goth, I was thug, I was an athlete, I was a philanthropist, I played the violin, I was a thespian, I was a geek, I was a punk-rocker, I was a party-girl...the list goes on. I couldn't figure out WHO I was or wanted to be. I went through a phase where I dyed my hair pink, then green, then orange (mom just about keeled over when I came home freshman year with a pink head), I've tried all sorts of clothing styles, and you don't even want to see some of the make up I've worn over the years (brown lip-liner and cream-colored lipstick anyone?? 1995 was a strange year, indeed).
But now I'm all grown up. I have a husband and a dog who don't like to be uprooted all of the time. And I have a professional job--I can't just dye my hair blue and expect Nancy to be happy, now can I? So I'm taking my need-for-change out on the NCLit Blog. This is the third template we've now gone through, and in honor of winter and the holiday spirit--there's snow! I love it. Let's see how long it lasts.
Overall though, as the year comes to a close, I realize that I have a lot to be grateful for that I won't even begin to list here. The one thing I will mention though is my job. Over and over this proves to be the perfect job for me, and now I realize--it's the perfect job for my gypsy-like nature, too. One minute I'm marching through the darkness of the Unsea with a military unit around me and monstrous creatures flapping above...the next I'm hatching diabolical schemes with the world's greatest supervillain, Zachary Ruthless. I'm falling in love with the slimiest player at Hamilton High School, or I'm trapping a baby elephant who will soon turn into my only friend in the jungle. I'm on the road in an old RV with my dad, or I'm being fissured into the middle of a fae war.
I could go on (see my tweet from last night about the 4 hot dog nappers!), but I think you get the picture. Thank you to all my clients who keep me on my toes and teach me to never underestimate what's around the corner....
....still eying a bottle of electric red hair dye though....