Thanks Chrys.
She tagged me for this seemingly impossible task of describing my life in six words.
She was tagged by JackiTiger who said this:
“The Meme originated over an idea that was prompted by the book written by Larry Smith and Rachel Fershleiser, Not Quite What I was planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure. It’s a compilation based on the story that Hemingway once bet $10 that he could sum up his life in six words. His were- “For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Six words. Just six.
I’ve never been one who excelled at “summing up.” Actually I’m quite good at expounding. I’m the first with a “yea, but.” Forest for the trees is me.
Six words.
Just six.
I suppose I’d have to go with…
Nomadic, no roots, looking to start.
As a brat it is very easy to live your life in chunks of time. Mine happened to be roughly two years. Two years here, two years there, the rare luxury of six years another place. Your childhood is defined by places you lived. Your memories are partitioned into who was your friends at the time.
You excel at leaving. Not a trait that is necessarily admirable. Actually it’s something that as you get older really starts to wear on you. Your “roots” can be packed up into a U-Haul box.
The only people who “knew you when” are your parents and siblings and even they don’t really get it at times because the family stopped moving when you got to your senior year of high school. Your siblings all went to high school at the same place for all four years. They have friends and connections. They don’t understand why you have to hang on to that mixed tape because it is the only thing you have left of your childhood best friend. They don’t see how that ratty kermit tshirt can represent anything, much less be the embodiment of two years of high school.
Nomadic, no roots, looking to start.
Looking to start.
You can’t chop a tree down, glue some roots on it and replant it. You can, however, take a new tree, plant it in the ground and cultivate it to great heights and splendors.
I don’t want to discount my entire life before now. I really do love my family and am lucky to have them.
But there is a need to start my own roots. Here’s hoping the husband and I are able to do that. We are certainly going to try.
So that is my six words- and now I have to nominate people to do it themselves.
I’m really horrible at reading blogs (ironic huh?) so the only ones I can think of would be Whitey and Boo.
Get to it girls!
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