…It’s All Good
Let’s talk a little about my childhood and upbringing. Not that I believe childhood ever truly ends, but I’m going to turn twenty on seven-eleven. If I were not anti-red-dye#40, I would grab a free slurpee on my birthday, which would result in a shortened lifespan. Beginning with my birthday.
I’m a homeschooler inside and out! Always was, always will be! Even when I was enrolled in “real school” up until sixth grade, I was unhappy with the way things were run. Too many breaks, meaningless assignments, genetically modified lunches, recess that included dusty basketballs… the list is endless. School was not fast-paced enough. I love to work all the time, and not only on schoolwork! If I’m not writing a paper or a song, I’m cooking, organizing, brushing my Shih Tzus, or attempting to paint porches or window frames.
Being homeschooled worked out wonderfully for me because it meant I had the opportunity to go everywhere with my parents, time I wouldn’t have with my dad later on in life like most kids do. I graduated high school a year early and that bonus year came in handy. Last year, we lived in Vienna, Austria for a month. We went to Germany, too. I became seriously addicted to a jam they sell in all grocery stores there. They don’t sell it in the states, so it would be cruel of me to explain to you the mouthwatering flavor of this heavenly jam (oops). The sad thing about my time in Europe was that my family was there to support my dad during his alternative (and very unpleasant) cancer treatment, but I’m still grateful for the opportunity I had to travel to different parts of the world. Traveling is like Christmas to me. Traveling is everything. I suffer from occasional withdrawals, like any wanderlust.
Where do you want to travel?
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Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Normandy. Normandy because I want to see where my Dad faithfully trod the American cemetery there looking for his brother Jack’s grave (and found it!)