In the Beginning...

In the beginning, there was a girl (and a boy, but the girl didn't know about the boy yet, nor did he about her). The girl spent the first half of her life wandering the earth with her parents and sister, settling here and there for a time or more. In all the wanderings, she gathered amazing experiences and memories to carry her through all the rest of her life. Sweeping vistas, dirty cities, freezing winters, balmy tropical breezes, fascinating cultures and a dozen or more different languages. Friends and relatives, spies and piano teachers, nannies and future war heroes.

After years of following her family, the girl settled into life at college...the longest time she would have spent in any one location up to that point. There were a whole host of new experiences to add to the growing list. Classes, of course. Countless papers. Don Quixote. Parties. Booze. Eek.

But the best, by far~ to go along with a hard-won B.A. in Spanish Language and Literature~ the bane of feminist existence, to hear it told: the dreaded M.R.S degree. Yes...the girl got herself a man. Okay...a boy. But together they grew up and became the woman and man they are today. And is that so terrible?

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship...the end of wandering for the girl, but the beginning of a new kind of journey. The kind of journey that never ends. Or so she hopes.