Jan 05 2008
All About Me
A Bit More
I was born during the last days of the Nixon Administration. I didn’t know anything about that at the time. I was just a painfully shy redheaded kid who hated the attention my red hair brought me. When I was 506 days old, my parents told me there was another kid that I would have to live with - my sister. Growing up, many people wondered how we could have come from the same DNA, since I was an organized pleaser and she was a slobby rebel.
Getting through my school years in a suburb on the Massachusetts/New Hampshire state line was difficult, since I had red hair, buck teeth, and an awful, ill-fitting senior citizen center thrift store wardrobe. Things wouldn’t start to improve for me until I hit adulthood and started surrounding myself with more mature people. I guess I never really felt comfortable as a kid, because by my mid-20’s, I felt like I was finally growing into myself.
I did always have one fantasy, and that was to move somewhere far away. In school, I was jealous of the new kid who moved from somewhere else. I wanted to be that kid. It happened somewhat in high school, when I moved into my mom’s house a few towns away. But it wasn’t far enough. In my early 20s I started thinking about going, but I couldn’t figure out where to go or what I was going to. That was a big thing - I wanted to go to something, and at that time all I could think of was that I was going away from everything. So I stayed put, but the feelings came back. When something that big permeates your thoughts for so long, it doesn’t go away no matter how hard you try. So in 2003, I moved to Las Vegas. This time, I was going to myself. I still had so much growing to do, so much self-discovery, and I had hit a brick wall where I was. I felt like I was being held back by so many things, including everyone’s expectations of me.
It worked. The first time I saw my family, after being in Vegas for a year, everyone commented on how happy I seemed, how much more relaxed I was, and how I seemed so much more comfortable in my own skin. Since I’ve been here, I’ve had some ups and downs, and being here alone makes the downs more difficult to deal with, but it’s been worth it.
Now I’m living here in Vegas with a most wonderful man who became my husband in June 2008. There’s just not enough good I can say to describe him, so read my blog for those times when I have enough coherency to actually tell you how great he is.
A Blog
I’ve always had a journal, for as long as I can remember, but in 2005 I started reconnecting with a high school friend when she put her blog address out in an email to allow everyone to keep up with her pregnancy. Reading her blog was pretty cool, and I did a bit of looking into it before finally starting my own blog in March 2006. I quickly got addicted, and though I don’t spend nearly as much time on my blog as I used to, it’s still one of my favorite hobbies.
Time & Weather Where I Live
