Moving from place to place became a regular pattern in my life. I wanted to see more, to learn more and to do more. At fourteen, I was sent to a boarding school far away from my hometown. This in itself would have normally been a traumatic experience, being torn away from home and all,. This was not the case for me, however. I welcomed the change, saw it as a new adventure, was eager to meet new people, make new friends, experience new things, process everything and learn form it. I embraced the unknown future with a zest and zeal not customary for a girl my age. Maybe it's in my genes or call it what you will, but the sense of freedom and independence has always appealed to me. Routine, after a while, is suffocating.
When I began college, I moved back in with my parents as my father was not in the best of health. Shortly after my college graduation, he passed away. I got my degree then I landed a job and rented an apartment near the media conglomerate where I worked. After a year, the routine started wearing me down. At 23, I moved in with my boyfriend and got another job, this time an exciting one. Through networking, I was able to work my way into a television production company where , in just a short time, I became a director for a weekly TV series. One thing thing led to another and soon, I had three concurrent weekly shows under my belt. This was a fruitful and dynamic time for me. "Lights, camera, action!" was a routine I welcomed since the scene was different from day to day. It was during this period that I began to travel with my boyfriend, an inveterate traveler himself, and experience the world firsthand. I saw places like Angkor Wat, Paris, Italy, among others. Places I only dreamed about when I was young. my boyfriend, a decent man with a penchant for wanderlust himself, became my husband> Last year, we migrated to another country.
I am no stranger to change. I welcome change... like a surge of adrenaline, it invigorates me. Change helps me evolve by allowing me to discover things about myself through external stimuli. I have become self-sufficient, see, experience, process, learn-has become my credo, my raison d'etre'. And through it all, I always recall the memory of that big, brand new house in 1984. Change promises something new to look forward to-new beginnings and new adventures.