Another Holidailies

In answer to the Holidailies prompt for today (oops, it's actually for TOMORROW - see what happens when I read my sister's blog??): "Do you still live in town where you grew up?" I give you:

No. While I DO live in the town where I grew up, "still" doesn't quite describe it! I keep trying to leave here (it's actually not a bad place to live, overall), but somehow, I keep coming back!

Here's how it happened. In 1991, I moved to the next town over (Bowie, MD), asserting my independence and all that! That lasted for about 6 months. Then I left the area completely and went into the Air Force. While there, I lived in Shreveport, Louisiana. (Let's stop here to note that, at the time I left for the military, DC was the murder capital of the nation. Also note that, during the time I lived in Shreveport, IT was the murder capital of the nation. I swear I am not a serial killer.)

After the military, I moved "back home" while I attended the University of Maryland. My town is close enough to commute, so I did, while saving a bundle on room and board! While attending UMD, I met my future (now ex-) husband, and moved to Catonsville, Maryland with him (This was 1999? - I think?). 6 years later, I moved back here in the midst of our divorce, got my son settled into a school, and wound up staying.

Somehow, I have the feeling I'll just wind up staying here, although I do have dreams of running off and discovering some great new place to live! I always thought it would be nice to live in South Hero or Burlington, Vermont - where my Grandmother was from (and a dear cousin or two still live). One day. You know - when I rule the world!

:O)