Everyone went to university (or so it seemed). I went to The Netherlands to repeat grade 12 and take grade 1 Dutch.
Everyone found a job during university breaks (or so it seemed). I went to Suriname to volunteer in the jungle and returned home broke and somewhat malnourished.
Everyone thought I should work in France and ski in the winters (or so it seemed). I said no to that job (what was I thinking?) and went to law school instead.
Everyone wanted to work as a lawyer after finishing law school (or so it seemed). I said no to law and went to Cambodia to volunteer in the jungle, AGAIN.
Everyone said I shouldn’t change careers and return to university as I would never find a job at that age (or so it seemed). I did anyways and began to teach right away.
Being “different” or going against the grain, has always worked for me.
At least…until the other “D” word happened and then it abruptly changed.
Divorced was different (or so it seemed); but not the different that I had been seeking.
And then I heard.
I could never do that. I could never give up my child 50% of the time.
And I heard this not once. Not twice. Over and over (or so it seemed). And each time, the sting stung, just the same.
The tune may have changed but the sound is still there. Albeit an easier one to hear.
I could never go to a place like that. How can you do that? Does your child really want to go?– in reference to moving to Egypt this time.
I don’t know. I guess, I am different?
Maybe, but this time, like most of the other times, it is the “good” kind of different.
At least that is what I am telling myself.
(And maybe being a little different, creates a kind of different for those around me.) I don’t know. Take a look, and let me know 🙂
Happy A to Zs from Cheryl and Family C.