I often wear my shoes until there are holes in them; and, they’re falling apart to the point of- JUST GET NEW SHOES ALREADY.
I attribute much of that on my frugality.
People have made comments that it’s because I’m a gypsy. I laugh at that; because, it’s true.
Up until two years ago, I usually lived within 30 minutes from my childhood home. Which had been in my life for 29 years. There was a kind of comfortable certainty about it. I had roots growing from my toes, and that’s probably where the holes in my shoes came from.
With the onset of foreclosure and family crises, that happened to be one after another, it had forced me and my family out of our comfort zone; and, more into the twilight zone. I have spent some years, very confused. Go ask Alice.
When my family and I discussed a move from home; northeast Ohio, to 2.5 hours south to West Virginia- I was initially syked! A new adventure. It wasn’t a normal relocation, though. My family purchased property on a mountainside. We had to bulldoze the lot, move trailers onto the lot, get electric poles, septic; and, MANY other things that I’ll save for later posts. It has nonetheless been an adventure.
I was waiting in Ohio for our spot to be finished, (it took from scouting properties in March 2013- move in November 2013) and that’s actually quite quick when you think about everything that went into it. In the meantime, all I could do was wait.
How do you spend your limited time knowing you have an impending move? What kind of attachments can you form if you know you have to leave? I had two things that was really hard to walk away from.
Music has been a passion of mine. My cousin, James Gang, and his buddies had a local rock band. They were looking for a singer. I filled in while I could. I was in a depression during that time and the one thing I would look forward to was Sunday band practice. I love hearing my voice through a PA! haha. Just to name a few, we were covering Janis, Zeppelin, Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, The Cranberries, and Janes Addiction. There was so much fun potential when we jammed together. The excitement was everywhere. That’s why it killed me when I had to pack up and leave.
Leave to go live in a town where no one knew my name. Having to say goodbye to the band was like having to say goodbye to a lover. Which that was number two.
I wasn’t in a relationship; and, I hadn’t had deep feelings for someone in ten years. I ran into someone from high school, whom I didn’t know while in high school; and when we met, I felt connected to him. For me, it was clear to see that I would fall for him. Timing could not have been more off for us to be in a relationship. He was getting his life where he needed it to be. A man with a plan, is admirable! And, I was moving away. I never had a definite move date; but, was always told, “just another month from now”. While I was waiting to move, we hung out as friends, and as artists sharing our dreams together. We played it cool. Well, he did. I was a wreck. I wanted him as my boyfriend. haha
When I finally did move away, we remained in contact for two years. I still had it in my mind that I wanted this guy. We kept playing it cool.
This past summer…. Well… That’s a real romantic movie like scene. Saved for another time perhaps. 🙂
I’m ready for a new pair of shoes.