I remember one woman asking me how I got to be who I was as far as being able to connect to people and I said for starters; I do genuinely like people (all people); even the ones I don’t understand.
Secondly; I moved around every few years of my life. If it wasn’t one parental figure, it was a new neighborhood or house. Things moved fast. I went to 14 schools (as a child) in 11 years of schooling not including different caretakers, before and after school. (In different senses.)
I was a latchkey kid for a lot of those pretween through teen years. So I had no one really to emulate and I had met too many people of too many backgrounds, beliefs, ideologies to know there was one ultimate way to live and think. Then I started reading avidly at 10 and realized I was more right than I could have even imagined.
So I had to figure things out to be as happy as I could within each situation, as it came and be on my toes always. It leaves you very informed of a lot of things if I paid even half of any attention; which I’ve tried to.
I’ve been here over 4 years. That’s the most I’ve ever lived in one city, except for my 20’s in Long Beach….which may be why I am nostalgic about that place still. Where I feel I was able to grow as a person.
That’s how I feel here. I feel free to be me, the most I have ever been before; at least. That takes a lot of introspection, which I’ve also been doing pretty religiously. (npi*)
I don’t know where I’m going to be going from here. If I wanted to think positively it would be somewhere where people supported me as a person. Where I could be free to write and help people as I’m needed to, as I can, when I can…….with financial stability (enough to be as generous with the world as I could be)
But it appears I may soon be hitting the ground running again.
*No pun intended