The Move

Moving is the biggest and hardest thing one can do, but to move and change careers adds the thought of “what am I doing” on top of the heap.

After attending school and achieving my degree in journalism the whole task of finding a place to work became reality. I had traveled to many different places with my parents, of course, and held a career in broadcasting. But this time seemed different.

I guess it was leaving good friends to start a new life. Or maybe it was the whole packing thing. They say one mans trash can be another mans gold, so either I have a lot of gold or a lot of trash. I would like to think a lot of it is gold but probably mostly trash. These are the things that are mine from a lifetime. It’s just stuff--too much stuff.

Sidney is not new to me. As a child my father (from Cook ,Colorado) would bring us here to see relatives and attend family reunions. My mother is also from Colorado, where we lived until I was five.

From there we moved to Moab, Utah, then the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska and, finally, to Singapore.

My father had a thirst to see the world and he took us with him to drink of his dreams. As an adult I have traveled to South East Asia, South America and Africa a calling to help others and experience their friendship--this was my thirst.

Now I'm finding a place of my own, where I can call home, hang my hat. My first apartment is an adventure in its self. I have already found how kind the people of Sidney are: your smiles, the good neighbor hand of encouragement.

I will be here in Sidney for a few years or a lifetime depending, on my thirst. I have a thirst to wonder into the world and find what others don’t see, hear or smell. I inherited this from my father, the need to see more and understand the world. Now my world is here in your world.

Thank you for letting me enter it.