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How did I end up on this end of the earth? Who turned the world on its side and dumped me out? The sign says paradise, but is it the same definition as that in the Oxford? Has it defined me? Or will it. I am a small girl who was born in 1971 to a Rocket Scientist and a self- proclaimed Artist in Cape Canaveral Florida. Home of "I Dream of Jeanie", and famed for a kid who made it big in the world of surfing. I lived the life of a small surf town cheerleader, the All- American girl. So how did I get here? I took a wrong turn and ended up in California by way of Massachusetts. Shortly after, I fell asleep on the Northern Line of the Tube and ended up somewhere in London. All my efforts got me a corporate job on the 38th floor of a high rise on Market Street, San Fransico. It was after my quests in South America that lead me to seek stability, the likes of which seem foreign to me, in the arms of a young visiting Barrister over from London. He quickly landed a job, a flashy apartment and me! Both having top floor offices allowed us to see further and soon found us living in East Africa. He with his wings towards the sky and his sights set further. I -clinging on for dear life. Time in East Africa, can you live in a documentary? The sky, that sky. That place you read about, the world ignores it, or at least that was the reason we were there. Genocide. Who could imagine such a thing, in a place of such beauty. But all that surrounded was ugly, very ugly. The words that came from every- person we know, every breath, every moment were ugly. They spoke of unspeakable horror.
Was this the message? Life here is horror? Can ANYone make sense of it? Could it make any sense? My life needed weightlessness, and a need to remember the cold shallowness that we in the west possessed. That I thought I would never say! I made a break, some relief from love, from wide open beauty, from unspeakable ugliness and left. I made that plane after weeks of unhealthiness. A stomache virus that even the town medicine man could not cure. If only I could reach Niarobi, I would make it to Paris. The sickness gave way to need. How could I be? That doctor said it wasn't the case. "Le pregnancy", said the French ones. How could it happen now? More years later and a baby called Max, I tried again to escape the dreaded weight of existance there. To the Uk, a house and a mortgage. The job and life as a single working mum. Is this how it works? Is this weightlessness? Debt and desire?
So how, how am I here? A small island in the Gulf of Thailand. This land they call "paradise". At least that is what the signs say.....
- Location:
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Thailand
- Primary occupation:
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Teacher
- Dream occupation:
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Writer
- Hometown:
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Cocoa Beach Florida
- Schools attended:
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Cocoa Beach High School, Amherst High School, Mass, Springfield College and many others!
- I like:
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traveling, people, quiet, reading and being read, photography
- Favorite writers:
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too many to mention
- Favorite books:
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FAR too many to mention
- Favorite newspapers:
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The Guardian (UK)
- Favorite magazines:
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Wallpaper
- Favorite music:
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most with R and B being my least.
- Favorite movies:
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Stanley Kubrick films
- Favorite teams:
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the A-team
- Favorite quote:
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"you know....you never know" (by me!)
- Gender:
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female
- Religion:
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none...it scares me!