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Memory #49: Into the unknown
It was 1993 when I walked away from high school ‘for good’. I moved right on to the city and a different life. All the people I once knew behind me and a whole new world ahead of me. It was time for change.
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Memory #50: Running on instinct
When I was 15, I ran away from home. Troubled, afraid, lonely, and seeing no way out of what was bothering me, I needed out. Out of my skin, my life, and the (perceived) mess I was in. I felt fleeing everything was the most viable option for me.
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Memories… Fifty of them
Tomorrow it starts… In addition to my 50×50 countdown, I’m going through my brain and writing about fifty memories. Things that have happened, shaped me, guided me, and probably even tortured me a little.
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The beginning and a little history
In some 50+ some days, I turn 50. This isn’t a number I fear, it just is a number and while I’m not totally jumping for joy over it, I don’t actually have issue with it. I celebrate my birthdays – for someone who didn’t think she’d turn 30 (long story), I’m glad and proud…
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