Ol' Hundai

When I was five or six I would travel on the weekends.  I know this sounds extravagant for a girl just starting kindergarden. During this phase of my traveling career, I mainly just spent the weekends a couple cities from where I resided with my mother and step-father.  I had this little purple Care-Bare suitcase.  I'm sure it was filled with pajamas and enough clothing to spend the weekend with my dad.  Maybe there was a planner in it as well.  But my poor ol' dad just happy to finally have my company for the weekend, forgot to check the planner to see I had already penciled in the neighbor girl Nicole, as I would dart from the car to her house.  Leaving the purple Care-Bare suitcase in his hands to find it's way into my bedroom.

When I was eight or nine I began taking sabbaticals every summer. I know this sounds elaborate for a gal who has yet to enter middle school, but the quasi weekend visits weren't cutting it. So the little Care-Bare suit case found its own way (I'm sure my dad had something do with that) into the garage where it lived out the course of it's life, remembering past travels, until finding its way to the dump (again, I'm sure my dad had something to do with that).  I would be leaving my "head-quarters" for three months and would need much more than just pajamas and a few items to last me an entire summer. Enter the monstrosity of a suitcase with magical powers that allowed me to cram an entire bedroom into its realms, leaving my dad in quest for his own super natural abilities to haul this miraculous creature into my bedroom.

When I was thirteen or fourteen I took a four year retreat from my main residency.  I know this sounds complex for a teenager about to start high-school to pull off a departure of this extent under the eyes of a watchful mother, but she knew my travelin' soul was in good hands.  I mean she witnessed with her own two eyes the man that was capable of transporting my monstrosity of a suit case time and time again, and if he was capable of that he could handle anything.  He even helped cram four years of new collected belongings into my Grand-Prix as I ventured off to college.

When I was twenty-two or twenty-three I decided to take a holiday. I know when one goes on a "holiday" they usually return in a week, two weeks max.  So to leave on a two year holiday may seem a bit extreme for a lass who has yet to finish college, but the cold winters and the iced Michigan roads allowed Alabama to present itself as the most efficient place to change college careers.  Allowing this travelin' soul to encompass the culture of grits and "yes ma'am".

When I was twenty-five or twenty-six I took a leave of absence to venture to Colorado.  I know this appears to be a radical move, relocating to a state in which you have never visited, but when you own a purple Care-Bare suitcase at the age of six the travel bug becomes imbedded early-on in life.  Unfortunately, my leave of absence turned more into a hiatus as I soon discovered being out west involves sophisticated traveling arrangements, you can't really jump in your car for a quick visit to your family.  There are mountains involved out here.  You need maps, planes, time portals, all sorts of devices to find your way to the company of your family.

When I turned twenty-eight, to be exact, I realized my current location is pretty remote.  I know this sounds mind-boggling for a woman who eluded college for so long, to obtain a degree, only to leave the city and move closer to home.  In general people get the degrees in hopes to venture out, and get the jobs in the big cities.  I suppose I've always had adverse reactions to authority figures, granted it's a figure of speech but that general whose in charge of ideas won't be ordering this lady around.  So my general idea,  is stop relying on time travel devices, pack up my Hundai, and head south again. Well Florida... I have yet to live there.