For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.
Our family moved A LOT. The year I turned 14 my father decided (or someone decided for him) that it was time to change jobs – a decision that would require my 9th move. (My father worked in hospital administration, and due to politics and personality conflicts and power grabs, those jobs are notoriously short-lived.) It came down to two possibilities: Birmingham, Alabama or Bangor, Maine. Although what I really wanted was to stay in Folsom where I was (at-last!) secure (I even arranged with a friend's family for me to live with them, but of course my parents didn't go for that!), I was rooting for Maine. (Like my father, I have an appreciation and fascination for extreme locations.) But, for whatever reasons, the decision was made for Birmingham. And so my life was made – or, so I made my life. I don't have any regrets, of course. I love my life. But I do wonder: who might I have become if our family had moved instead to Maine? I think I'll write a book about it. :)
us into the van
as Papa's camera
clicks one last picture
of the house –
But how do you
to the sky?
- Irene Latham
Great poem, Irene.ReplyDelete
So many moves! (It would be interesting to read about Maine-Irene!) xo
There was a time when my father was studying ultrasound that we talked about moving to Birmingham for his training. We visited and it was all so strange. But what if? Would we have met before? He ended up going to Philadelphia for a month and we got a 2 week vacation out of it. I hated Philadelphia, but I was 12 and hated most things.ReplyDelete