18 years ago today I packed three babies and one duffle bag onto a plane and headed home to California. Now, when I look back I can't figure out where I got the nerve to manage it, was I brave or was I naive?
I remember when the moving company guy came to give me an estimate on interstate slowboating my stuff on his truck, and he was such an upstanding gentleman, older, kind of uptight. I could tell that he had some problems with a crazy haired lady with kids crawling all over the house and toys scattered on the floor...yeah man, I had some problems with all that stuff too, that's why I was entertaining moving van estimates. Half way through the house tour my middle child got upset and barfed on the guy's wingtips...so, that helped a lot.
Anyway-I had no idea how I was going to make a life for all of us, but I was young enough that it felt more exciting than scary...those were the days.
So far so good I guess...and in celebration I try to do something independent on March 7th every year. Feel free to join me :-)
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