About Me

I am an older woman who has lived many places, had numerous jobs and loved very few. I have had many friends around the world, of different nationalities, different beliefs and different occupations. I have rubbed elbows with higher ups, and trained with my friend’s SEALS class. I chose a different avenue than my siblings, sometimes falling into the proverbial bucket of shit. Either or I have lived a different life from them.  

I have lived the high life and had anything anyone’s heart could desire yet with having all of those things and being with any of those people, there was always something missing. I never found what I had always looked for. That place that I could call “home”. It wasn’t until I realized that home was not a physical address but being with that special someone who you felt completely safe and at ease with. It did not mean having a fancy house, fancy vehicle, the best furniture or tons of jewelry. I had always preferred the simple life. As long as I paid my bills, had some food on the table and could put some into savings, I was good to go. Anyone I had ever been with always wanted more. I did not.

I thought I had found that “home” but he was not to be. I connected with him in so many ways but there was something missing. All the money, jewels, clothing, vehicles…anything I did or could have, meant nothing. I wanted to be “home” with someone who was humble, kind, sincere, loving, trustworthy, honest and who I could trust with my deepest thoughts. What the hell would anyone ever see in me. I am such a homebody. I do not like drama. I prefer to keep everything plain and simple. Life is complicated enough as it is.

If by chance it should never happen for me, I have lived a loveless life and whether I liked it or not, I could continue on.  My writings are from what I have lived through, what I have witnessed and what I actually have believed all along my journey, all the while hoping to find my “home”.