The Who About Ren

Yes, I am behind in getting to this so shoot me! It's rather boring to read a blog if you don't know something about the people writing it, or in this case the main person who occasionally jots something down in it. I don't think my story is unlike so many stories I've come across thus far, making even more difficult to make myself sound the least bit interesting but I suppose somewhere along the line some bit may stand out or at least be relatable to someone.

When I was young I longed to travel and as soon as graduated high school I left home for California. I loved California but hated college so I returned home with my tail between my legs and went to work. When I was 21 I headed out again to California and stayed about 3.5 years. Next I moved to the South...I built a house and then married and then got sick. Soon after I got pregnant and gave birth to a son, Fishey.

I spent the next decade dealing with my illness, my disastrous marriage and my son's illness. I tell people I don't know how I ended up in the South a total of 20 years, but I know exactly how... and I left the second I could. I had to wait a dozen years (I was told) until the release of my ex who was in prison, so that I could get sole custody of Fishey. I prepared for over two years, dealt with the legal matters for almost a year and we were gone half a year later after selling off all of our belongings.

So now I feel freer than I have in two decades. I honestly tried to find a place to relocate to in the States but nothing seemed to be the right fit. I looked for three years. I asked friends for suggestions. Nothing. Along with the fact that Fishey's issues in school were compounding year after year and I couldn't stand by and watch him fall further and further behind finally caused me to make a decision to hit the road for a while and give him the opportunity to learn about the world by seeing it first hand. I never thought I would be able to teach him but it's working out just fine. Never mind the fact that I am getting to finally do what I wanted to do and I'm doing it with the person I love the most in the world.

A picture Fishey snapped of me by one of the fountains in front of St. Peter's Basilica.

August 28, 2012