So much to play with, so little time…. I’ve been enjoying a life of exploration, whether it be living in different areas of the country , or trying different life styles. I’ve built up my little kingdom ( a 3 bedroom 2 bath, 2 story home just for me) and I’ve gotten rid of my kingdom. (Try living in a 29 ft. trailer and have a full photographic darkroom set up! If you’re not careful, you could end up cooking your dinner with photo developer!).
I started on the East Coast…. and, yes, folks, it ain’t EAST until you can see the Atlantic!! and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Pennsylvania, Arizona, Colorado and now Oregon…. I figure my next move is going to have to be a rowboat out in the Pacific.
I’ve moved pretty much every 3 years of my life until recently. If I got bored, I moved. If work fizzled out, I moved. If the weather didn’t suit me, I moved. I feel pretty much like Goldilocks… “this place is too hot, this one too cold, this one too brown…” Or a modern-day Moses with “itchy feet” as one woman described me years ago. But it’s been fun, starting over whenever the spirit moved me. A true commitment-phobe. Why settle for the same ol’ same ol’, when you can try something new?
So now I’m going to try this “blog” thing, this “diary-gone-viral” thing. Hope you find some tidbits enjoyable….
Linda Medero
Hello Linda
Just tried to send message so sorry if you get this twice!
Happened upon your site whilst browsing. I live in Suffolk. England and your life sounds much more exciting than mine. I really envy your spirit of adventure.
Diana
After the first few moves it got really easy to see that it was possible to try different things, go different places and survive. Not having a family makes it easy, and being a nurse which means a job is possible just about anywhere give me more courage to take the risks.
But on the other hand, I am sure I missed out on some wonderful family experiences because of my decisions to be a singleton. And there have been more than a few sleepless nights in my life, wondering if I would end up living in a cardboard box under the freeway somewhere.
Bottom line, I figure there is no such thing as “security”. It’s all an illusion, so why spend my life trying to hang on to that?
Why not try one small “adventurous” thing and see how it goes… it’s addictive, trust me