Did you ever feel like you're slowly dissapearing? It's an odd sensation. Of course I don't mean I'm literally disappearing, but that the things that are part of my identity have been stripped methhodically away. I'm a girl without an address, hobbies, activities, community, church, social life, etc. Even my library card is 'illegal' now that we sold our house and don't have a permanent address. But, one MUST have books...otherwise all is lost so as far as they know I still live there. I was thinking it might be close to what people experience when they go into the witness protection program. "You officially never existed and from now on we will move you around whenever necessary and give you to assumed identities." Weird. Aaahhh, change. Don't you love it? I've decided I need to get involved locally and do something with myself (besides contemplating my non-status). So I volunteered to help out with the marriage conference put on by our 'new' 'old' church and to help cater a few dinners. Perhaps this will help me focus better. Perhaps I need to embrace this time as a time to 're-invent' myself, so to speak. I mean, with everything up in the air we really could decide to do whatever we wanted to. Hmmm. What to chose? A little cottage in the south of France? A little cottage in the British Isles? A little cottage in Tahiti? Notice the cottage theme? Sounds cozy and easy to keep clean. I suppose I should focus on someplace where I can speak the language. Of course, I've got a whole winter of sub-zero days to learn a new one coming right up here? So many options. Any suggestions?
Ireland
France
TahitiLet's hear those votes. Please feel free to include any lovely place I haven't thought of. Lopez doesn't count, cuz that's already a no-brainer as far as I'm concerned. Even better, where would YOU go and what would You do if you had the chance to change everything? Just curious ;-)
