School, wow that is a place I haven’t been in a while.  I spent about 14 years in school in my lifetime.  I also spent a couple of years in pre-school.  That was a fun time.  My mother was working nights for the Baltimore City PD and she would put my little brother, Tommy, and I in pre-school so she could sleep.  She frequently overslept.  She would tell Tommy and I that she would be there to pick us up and not to ride the van home.  We waited and waited and waited… Then the van driver would return and take us home.  He would knock on the front door until he woke Mom up. 

Looking back now it is amazing that this went on for the entire year.  The people at the pre-school must have been saints or Mom was paying them a mint for this daily dance.  I guess I will never know. 

My family moved a lot and I ended up in a lot of different schools.  I always admire people that have went to the same school all of their lives or had the same friends all through school.  Some years I would have been thankful to have the same school all year!  We saw a lot of different school systems and moved briefly to Pennsylvania.  Red Lion, PA to be specific.  I am sure that the people of PA are lovely people.  I love the Dutch, but Red Lion, not so much.  The children at the local school were awful to my little brother and I.  They tormented us on the bus, ignored us in the school building, and then refused to play with us at recess.  It was a really lonely time.  Tommy and I were all we had!  I was so glad when we moved a year later back to Maryland.  I still chuckle at the license plate motto, “You’ve got a friend in PA.”  Not in Red Lion!

Once we settled in WV when I was in the 6th grade I really felt I was home.  The kids were so welcoming, they seemed to like the City Kids.  They wanted to know all about Baltimore, why we came to West Virginia, how we liked the country, and on and on.  I loved it.  I finally had a place that I would stay, a place I felt comfortable enough to call home

I attended all the way through High School.  The classes were small, I had the same friends, I finally had a place to belong.  That was way cool.  Although, I spent most of my life in Baltimore, I consider WV home.  I have never felt comfortable in the big city, the people, the congestion, the traffic, the pace.  Don’t get me wrong visiting is great, but living is another matter altogether! 

Once in WV I lived in about 3 cities: Sistersville, Parkersburg, and Marietta, OH (just across the river).  Parkersburg and Marietta were when I was an adult and moved out on my own.  The pace of WV suited me.  It felt like I belonged there so I stayed.  My family returned to Maryland, but I stayed.  I stayed as this was my home.  My mother passed away while I was living in WV and then when my father got sick I had the opportunity to move a bit closer so I could spend more time.  I missed a lot with my Mom while she was sick and didn’t want to miss that with Dad, too.

It is amazing the circle of life, isn’t it?  It seems like it is all by chance and we meander through it all by happenstance.  I feel like it is a plan that we may never see.  I read somewhere that our life is like a tapestry.  That here on earth we see only the bottom of it and it makes no sense.  Once in Heaven we get to see the beautiful design.  I cannot wait to see what my life of twists and turns have become.  I know mine will most likely be the most swirly with borders of long and very straight lines. 

How about you?