I’m at another transition point in my adult life. I tend to do these often, and to be honest I like it. Transitions bring new friends, knowledge, and another beginning. I love beginnings. I love unknowns and the chance to discover them. Don’t get me wrong, I still get nervous, but part of me just loves new. I HATE packing (the literal act of packing up your life) but I love unpacking in a new place and finding a new routine for my new space. I’d say for my new home, but I have lived in many places I would not call a ‘home.’ Some people find it hard to leave comfort and routine behind, and though I miss the people I’ve met and the sights I’ve enjoyed, I just can’t help but love new. Tonight I went on a walk in my new neighbourhood. I am living with my brother Shane his wife Jen and five kids: Chase, Ashley, Kieran, Alexander, and Jackson (I like to spell them Alekzander and Jaxon, but they didn’t ask for my input). I was listening to Moldovan music walking around in awe of the lightening bugs (more on those later). I started to think about my friends in
My first major transition (as an adult) was moving up to the U of U. (Minor disclaimer, all people about to be named are not relatives. It should just be understood my family has always been supportive of my crazy life and will always support me. These are others). Anyway—it was quite possibly one of the hardest years of my life. I moved away from home and chose to live with someone I knew. She ended up being just about the worst roommate a soul could have, and doubled the pain of the year. I was a modern dance major, a dream I’d had since before I can remember. The classes were hard and being in front of mirrors with a room full of girls (a few boys) all day everyday judging yourself and being judged by your professors was hard. Long story short, a few health issues came up and I had to change majors. This was hard, but I am grateful I had the love and support of a couple of great guys I had met there in the dorms. One was Brent Podosek the other Christopher Ruud. Brent just became a friend from one of my first nights there. Goofy guy studying acting that could make me smile and laugh. He had wild Farrah Fawcet hair and was genuinely a funny guy. Chris was a ballet major. Chris and I became friends shortly before it all hit the fan and I figured out I needed to pick a whole new life. Chris grew up in the halls of the San Francisco Ballet where both his parents were dancers and choreographers. He was not only incredibly talented, but kind hearted and again, funny. He could make me laugh. Chris currently dances for Ballet West in
Next transition came one year later when the new life choice of studying nutrition took me out of the
My next transition was to a working adult in SLC. I got a job with WIC in
Next, I was off to the Peace Corps. Woo Wee! That was a serious transition. Several people helped me through those times. First was Jason. Jason and I were in the same training village and lived right near each other. Jason’s pendulum doesn’t move much, ie Jason never really gets mad, sad, happy, jealous, whatever. He’s always just good. You know those people whose emotions are monotone. Not in a bad way, just even. Even seems like the best word to describe it. Jason grounded me in my time there. There was also a great married couple, who unfortunately left us early (to go back to
Other volunteers that helped were Mark and Hoyt. Mark, for obvious reasons (we dated for those of you not aware. Two years to be exact). Hoyt Sloan lived in the village next to me. He has one of the driest senses of humor I have ever encountered. He would come into Orhei once a week. He would get a beer and I’d get a Mirinda (orange soda). He would tell me stories about his crazy students. He taught English to graders. Again, he could always make me laugh. We would talk about whatever came to mind, in ENGLISH and just talk. It was great.
Now here I am in the middle of another transition. I am still looking for work and living with my brother. I could be here 6 months or just 3 more weeks. I have NO IDEA! I don’t mind that, in fact I find it exciting. But, for the first time I can’t really define where the transition ends/begins. Am I just ending a transition to DC, or just about to begin one to ???????? I have yet to define who will help me through this one, aside from my family of course. But, I am sure I will need to add to my list.
As I was walking around today thinking about all of this, it occurred to me one of the casualties of my love for change, losing my dear friends. Those people who at that time in your life were quintessential to your survival and sanity, who now, just 2 years later you rarely talk to, and five years later you don’t even know where they are. As I transition out of
PS-more on lightening bugs another day.