After many years at http://carmenrific.spaces.live.com/ I've decided it is time for a fresh start. Both with my life and with my blog.
I've finally graduated from university, ended a long term relationship and started my first degree-related job as a in-home therapist (known as an interventionist) for special needs kids.
I have lots of stories to tell of where I'm coming from, but more than anything I'm hoping to instigate real change in my life. This blog might be a small view into the mind of a late-20-something trying to figure out how I got here, where I'm going and generally who the heck I am.
I come from a family of musicians (an interesting blend of tradition, art, nonconformity and wholesomeness). I left home at 17 in search of adventure and ended up working in a tiny mountain town for a while (in hotels, restaurants and for a while on an ambulance). After meeting a great man and a few friends we took off to explore the USA and Mexico for a winter, wandering wherever seemed interesting, sleeping under palm trees on beaches and drinking way too much beer.
The holiday had to end sometime, so I moved out to the east coast with the man the following fall (for blogging purposes I'll call him The Good Guy). So Good Guy and I settled into a little love nest. Him to pursue law school... me...to... be with him?? Which I soon grew bored of and started school myself. Where I discovered my absolute love for learning and anthropology.
I was young and unprepared for the reality of living so far away from my family and friends. After one year I told him I needed to go home. He had one year left of school, we promised to marry each other once our year apart was over.
Of course, life got in the way. I got a taste of freedom and screwed it all up. It took me years and years to figure out I could have never been what he needed and that I would have never been happy in that life....but before that realization I spent a lot of time feeling like an idiot for losing The Good Guy.
A lot of moving forward involves looking back, finding what you've lost along the way, letting go of what needs to be left and seeing how far you've already come. I expect the first few blogs to be revisiting...
Not that I think many people will be dying to read about my stumbling, meandering journey...this is a personal exercise in honesty.
I hope some enjoy...
I've finally graduated from university, ended a long term relationship and started my first degree-related job as a in-home therapist (known as an interventionist) for special needs kids.
I have lots of stories to tell of where I'm coming from, but more than anything I'm hoping to instigate real change in my life. This blog might be a small view into the mind of a late-20-something trying to figure out how I got here, where I'm going and generally who the heck I am.
I come from a family of musicians (an interesting blend of tradition, art, nonconformity and wholesomeness). I left home at 17 in search of adventure and ended up working in a tiny mountain town for a while (in hotels, restaurants and for a while on an ambulance). After meeting a great man and a few friends we took off to explore the USA and Mexico for a winter, wandering wherever seemed interesting, sleeping under palm trees on beaches and drinking way too much beer.
The holiday had to end sometime, so I moved out to the east coast with the man the following fall (for blogging purposes I'll call him The Good Guy). So Good Guy and I settled into a little love nest. Him to pursue law school... me...to... be with him?? Which I soon grew bored of and started school myself. Where I discovered my absolute love for learning and anthropology.
I was young and unprepared for the reality of living so far away from my family and friends. After one year I told him I needed to go home. He had one year left of school, we promised to marry each other once our year apart was over.
Of course, life got in the way. I got a taste of freedom and screwed it all up. It took me years and years to figure out I could have never been what he needed and that I would have never been happy in that life....but before that realization I spent a lot of time feeling like an idiot for losing The Good Guy.
A lot of moving forward involves looking back, finding what you've lost along the way, letting go of what needs to be left and seeing how far you've already come. I expect the first few blogs to be revisiting...
Not that I think many people will be dying to read about my stumbling, meandering journey...this is a personal exercise in honesty.
I hope some enjoy...
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