Time With Wings

The thought just occurred to me that time is officially flying. Ashley moved to Peru last September to being her adventure in the Peace Corps. That was almost a year ago. Last September I had just graduated from stinky Northeastern and as a mere 6 months away from moving to Australia. We've been here for 6 months on the 20th of this month. Sometimes I still can't believe that I live in Australia. Australia! (Un)fortunately it doesn't seem that amazing to me. Once you live anywhere for a few months, it just becomes normal. When I lived in Panama, going to the Panama Canal on field trips just seemed normal. Seeing giant iguanas creeping around in the palm tree outside my window just seemed normal. Seeing toucans flying around on my way to school was normal. I really miss Panama. Next to my 2+ years in Spain, I had the best time of my life during those 4 years. Why did they have to give the Panama Canal back? What were they thinking? So many people lost jobs by having the US military leave the country for good. It was such an interesting time in my life. I moved there the summer after 5th grade and left the summer after 9th grade. Between 3rd and 4th grade in Mexico and gradess 6 through 9 in Panama, I grew up. I went through puberty, became interested in stinky boys, went through a stage where I though wearing lipstick was cool, fell in 'love', had my sweet 15's party...so much.

I'm only 23 but have lived in so many countries and visited many more. I've even accomplished that one thing many people struggle to accomplish well into their 30's-- found a mate for life. Is anyone aware how much more energy I can put into other areas of my life now that I don't have to worry about finding someone to be a father to my children? I remember 'giving up' on find a proper guy when I was just 19. I've basically been a loser magnet for my whole life. I don't know who I ended up with such an amazing person like William Smith. I thought I'd end up with someone named like Pedro Menendez or something. I must have had some sticker on my forehead that said "I heart losers--come to me". Geez.

But I've never been on a cruise or even been to a baseball game (I really hate baseball by the way...I think I like cricket more). Or eaten chopped liver.