I’d Best Explain

I’m feeling torn. I want to be here, I want to be there. In truth, I want to be everywhere. I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling this way.

For the first 17 years of my life I lived in one state, in one town, in fact. I forced myself to leave Manhattan, Kansas – though I loved it – because I feared that if I didn’t leave, I’d never leave.

Since leaving in 1989, I’ve lived in four other states and two other countries. I think I can honestly say that I’ve loved every place I’ve lived.

My first trip out of Kansas took me 6 hours from home to Springfield, Missouri, to attend university at Missouri State University (then Southwest Missouri State University). Why there? Why not? They gave me a full-ride scholarship, the academic program that I wished to study was particularly strong at MSU and I was placed in the Honors College, giving me unparalleled access to the faculty and challenging coursework.

I loved Springfield. Loved it enough to stay for both an undergraduate and graduate degree.

Between my junior and senior year, I took a slightly bigger step away from home – I moved to Washington, D.C. to work for the National 4-H Council. What an amazing place to be! It was an Olympic year and the Capitol still offered fairly open access. There’s just something special about being a young adult, living and breathing in the nerve center of American government. Where else can you trace Jefferson and Washington’s footsteps nearly every day?

I loved D.C. I was completely hooked on politics and non-profits, and in love with the aliveness of the city.

After graduating from MSU with my M.A., I moved to Kenya. In truth, I was moving to Zimbabwe until I went to training for my new job and learned I was reassigned – nothing like learning flexibility on the fly. Kenya was, I don’t know, life-changing. Full of self-discovery. An incredible opportunity. It was a defining time in my life.

I loved Kenya. I deeply mourned leaving.

Back in the US, I packed my few possessions and moved to Dallas. I have to confess that Dallas isn’t my favorite city but I love the people here and the opportunities it holds. I also found the Love of My Life – not a bad thing at all!

I like Dallas. I love my job and I really love my husband, and they are both in Dallas.

Marathon man and I moved to Virginia for a few months, then on to England for a couple of years. England was everything I’d dreamed it would be. History, proper behavior, snarky humor and a celebration of intellectualism and slower living.

I loved England. I hated moving back to Dallas.

In all of this, though, when thoughts of going here or there creep into my mind, I remind myself of something my great-uncle told me during my Time of Great Sadness (immediately post-Kenya):