Sitting on a couch has never felt so good. I just finished moving for the umpteenth time. There are at least two more moves in this coming year, and right now, I'm not thinking about that detail.
Joy asked me how many times I've moved in the last three years. Having no idea, I decided to start counting, starting further back. Since high school graduation, which is now ten years ago, I've been on the move. During university, it was the usual moves, once a year into a dorm room, and at the summer, moving home or into my summer housing. My final semester was in the Middle East, and that involved a month of traveling, involving sleeping in about eight different places in five different countries during that one month. After returning home, I moved in with my parents, and six months later, I started an internship that took me to Colorado, and then to three Asian countries. That internship was also very transitory, and I think my colleagues and I counted that we slept in about fifteen different places from September to February.
Four days, after returning home to my parents', we left for a month in Zim. Again, five months later, I moved to another city in PA for another internship.
Following that move, I started planning to head to London. From 2008 until today, I have moved 13 times.
I think one of my strengths is my adaptability, but it has been sorely tested in the last few years. However, at times when I feel most tired, I get encouragement from other places.
In response to my three presentations on Sunday, a committee member wrote to my HQ that he "Appreciated her uninhibited expressive personality. From the moment I introduced her, she stole the hearts of everyone with her message of love and compassion." When asked what could be done to improve my presentation, he wrote, "Just turn her loose! She's dynamite!" How can one not get energy from feedback like that? :) His comments made my day!
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