I spent all my teenage years dreaming of bad boys and leaving Connecticut. When I was thirteen, I had a coffee can with a hole in the plastic lid through which I could deposit small bills and loose change. I taped a piece of blue construction paper around the cylinder and wrote on it "Wild West Fund." This was during my obsession with outlaws. I planned to save up the loot for a trip to New Mexico.
I was obsessed with the mafia after that. My focus became New York.
Then I shifted my attention to race car drivers. I looked southward.
Finally, my infatuation with men in scratchy, starched uniforms took hold. Since my status as an asthmatic precluded me from joining the armed services myself, I went to an all women's college in Virginia and did my best to boost morale at the military institute up the Interstate. Free at last. Being on my own, 500 miles from home, was everything I knew it could be.
Imagine my surprise when I met a non-outlaw, non-mafioso, non-race car driving, non-military guy over the Internet and, upon college graduation, moved back to Connecticut to be near him. Then the surprise wore off and it seemed only natural that we'd be together. Eventually, we were both employed in the Worcester, MA, area. We got engaged. We bought a house in northeast Connecticut where house prices were still much more affordable those of the Worcester suburbs. We got married. We had a baby. I quit my job as a public relations specialist with a non-profit to focus on our daughter and my writing.
After three years in our first home, we put it on the market. If all goes well--which I would never, ever assume--the closings for our current home and the one we plan to buy will be held on June 15. The new house is in southeast Connecticut. While maintaining some of the rural charm I appreciate in our current locale, our (hopefully) new town boasts a much closer proximity to the rest of the civilized world.
I look forward to getting to know all of you through this blog and hopefully soon in real life.
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Welcome and we will be sad to see you move. :(
Hello and welcome.
Good luck on upcoming move!
Fingers crossed for you and the whole house selling and buying thing.
But you'll still be a New England Mama!
Are you saying that Wistah isn't civilized? What about...oh, wait, that's gone. Well, there's Ta...no, that shut down, too. Tia...nope, they closed.
Hmm, maybe you're right.
Actually I think she's saying her current local isn't close to the civilized world...
And hey, I thought the Partner did some type of race car driving. Or close enough to count, right?
My fingers are crossed for you, Binky. Hope everything works like a charm!
I'll be crossing my fingers for you, too.
So glad you're a part of this group!
Whirlwind--You have a good point there. I knew I married him for a reason! Although his racing is more of a hobby, he still has a little bad boy in him :)
I too always had a thing for bad boys! It wore off by the time I was ready for a husband, although he likes to think he's a bad boy! : )
Good luck on the move!
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