I wrote this recently for a website's message board. It got me to thinking about my childhood, my family, my friends; things you don't usually think deeply about on a daily basis. So here are some of my thoughts:
I grew up on the beach (from the ages of 5-11) and I have to say it was
the greatest experience of my life. My neighbor even had a pet pig,
what more could a kid ask for?
We eventually moved, this time to a
river, where I got to see manatees and dolphins, along with lots of
good fishing all the time. So, my childhood was pretty typical with the
exception of getting a brother when I was 11 years old.
Fast forward to High School... I liked it. The food wasn't bad, and I made a lot of friends. Plus I met some great friends, most of whom I still keep in touch with today. Myself and four other HS buddies went to the same University, and we see each other every week.
College was a blast. I should have my diploma by now, but sadly I am not close at all. Part of the problem IS college. I spent most of my freshman year staring at the amazing freshman. I eventually passed, same with my SATs, but that's only because I'm smarter than than most of these simple equations.
After college I fell in love with the most amazing woman. She's currently studying theatre in College (Utrecht, Netherlands), which means even longer periods of time apart. Fortunately, I have a fantastic job, and I can work from just about anywhere as long as my laptop works. I'm hoping to get back to Europe within the next couple of months, there is no place I'd rather go. Aranka (my fiancee) has even offered to pay oart of the ticket for me. Is that love, or is that love?
To sum up my point, nothing is impossible if you want it enough, and if it's meant to be. I never expected I would have to go halfway around the world to meat the girl of my dreams, but I did, and it was worth every penny and every mile.
For those wondering what the two of us look like... here you go;
