What can happen in nine years?
I was a wee lass of thirty when my “U” hauled its way southward to the land of fried chicken and Houses du Waffle. It was nine years ago that I landed my loin-built spacecraft on the fertile soil of the Ay-Tee-El. Nine long, short years. I’ll spare you how many months, days, minutes, and seconds that equals. Been there. Did
him that. And in all that time I can honestly say that I have likely lived my life more vividly and passionately than my parents, grandparents, and illegitimate children put together have. Oh, hush… to misquote Carol Leifer, I only have two kids… “that I know about.”
So along with Pearl Jam’s “Rearviewmirror” I posted the following to my Facebook page yesterday:
Nine years ago today, I said goodbye to the city I once loved so dearly. I threw away a mediocre existence, packed up what had become a meaningless life and set out in search of greater, grander, and more purposeful things. In the rearview mirror of my Chevy S10 pickup I could see the silhouette of the city fading as the sun rose high on the highway ahead of me. It was morning on that day, in more ways than one. It was dawn on my life. My aurora was waiting and in some ways, she waits for me still.And nine years ago TODAY the sun shone high in the sky, brightening the paths that lay before me. It was high noon, my eyes were open; my belly full and I could see the world more clearly than ever before. I took a deep breath, inhaled my surroundings, smelled the opportunity and smiled widely at the magnolias. It took thirty years to get there, but I was finally home. And as Michael Buble said: