Who am I and why am I here?

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I guess the title of this is self-explanatory, but this is all about me and where my story has come from and where I'm planning on taking it next.

Who am I? The story is a long and twisted one, and I’m not sure I’m sharing all of it right now, but here’s a little bit about who I am, and then I’ll move on to, “Why am I here?”

I wrote a long paragraph about my Parents and my brother and sister and where we lived etc., but that doesn’t really answer the question of who I am.  I’m an Artist.  I love to draw and paint and it really does define a lot of who I am.  This said, I’m also practical and being an Artist doesn’t pay the bills, so career wise I have always loved helping people.  When I was younger, people would tell me I’d make a great nurse, but the world faded to black when my son ripped off his toe-nail, so I’m thinking that’s probably not a good career choice for me!  So, for the most part my jobs have been in the office management or administrative support roles.  I’ve also done Graphic Design work and IT support, so it’s been a pretty varied path.  Taking 15 years off to raise a family was probably the biggest hit to my career path though.  It’s really difficult to come back from that, but honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever have to.

So, moving on.  I’m a 40 something year old British transplant to the US.  I moved here just at the turn of the Millennium, which to me feels like yesterday, but to some of you probably feels like forever ago, and yes, I still have the English accent.   I moved initially to Boston with my ex-husband.  The world was our oyster and we decided to explore a little and he felt as though Boston wouldn’t be too much of a culture shock.   I loved Boston and still do.  I’m a little crazy in that I adore the snow, although this was back when I was young and less arthritic!  Perhaps the cold would not be so kind to these older bones of mine.  The move to Boston was the beginning of the end of my first, very short, marriage.  My husband liked to party and I, at nearly 30 was looking to settle down whereas he was absolutely not there yet.  We drifted apart and then I met John, the man I was meant to meet and the man I will spend the rest of my life with.  My soul mate.  I know, corny as can be, but it’s true.   We met, fell in love, had children and settled down into married life.  Oh, how I condensed a whole decade or so into one line!  Perhaps I will delve more into that one day, but for now, it will suffice.

We moved from Boston to Miami in 2001, shortly after 9/11 and then up to the Orlando area after our eldest was born.  We now have two boys who are in their teens and live in our little house under a giant oak tree with them and our two female dogs, as I have to balance out all this testosterone somehow!

So, then we move on to the why.  I never really planned on starting a new career this late in my life.  I thought, once my kids were older, that I’d do some more painting and perhaps make a little money on the side for vacations or cars or whatever we wanted at that time.  My husband is an incredible man.  He once said, to a judge, (and that’s a whole ‘nother story!) “I’m the smartest person I know” and he is the smartest person I know, too.  He used to have three Nurseries down in Miami, but Hurricane Andrew destroyed not only them, but his home too.  He has never been one to give up though, so he scraped together the money to buy a computer and from there he taught himself to program.  He got involved in the Internet before it was even the Internet.  He worked for Microsoft, for National Geographic and The Smithsonian in Director level positions.  He truly is a genius.  Then, about three years ago, his brain started getting really foggy.  He fell down the stairs in our DC Townhouse repeatedly.  We initially laughed it off as “never had to use stairs before!”, but then a Doctor witnessed it and said he could be having seizures.  They started him on anti-seizure medication.  At the moment he is still working, but he needs the pressure relieved and he needs to focus on getting better, so it’s my turn.  It’s my turn to get a job and pay the bills and support the family.  I have no idea how, or even if, I can do this, but I am going to try!  So the next step is, what career will give me the freedom to be there for my husband and children and at the same time provide me with a good enough income that we can survive?  I’m pretty personable and friendly, and we have talked many times over the years about how I would be a great Realtor, so now here I am…. wishing that one of those times I’d taken this leap, rather than leaving it until now, when failure is not an option!

I can, and will, do this.  My family needs me.

Wish me luck!

 

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Kerry

Kerry

Eccentric Mother, Loving Wife. Addicted to creating all kinds of everything!

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Wife. Mother. Artist. Maker. Realtor. Born in the UK. Home in the US. A Husband. Two Children. Two Dogs and Three Turtles. My Stories. 

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