My Nomadic Life

In the past four years, I have spent at most eight months in one living space. That was this past year, all in the little house on the corner of 21st and Lawrence with the beautiful women who enrich my life beyond words. Other than that its been about four months per house/apartment/dorm/sorority. With two more moves in the next four months or so I've come to realize I am a nomad. Never staying anywhere too long, learning to get rid of non-essentials and pack light (yes, I, Monica Groves, have learned how to pack light): this has been my collegiate lifestyle. It's beginning to take a toll. I enjoy the new places/experiences/people and understand that these new things widen my perspective but I want to lay down some roots at some point in time. Looking ahead I still am unsure when this will happen. The future (as it always will) holds unanswerable questions that may completely obliterate my vague ideas about when and where I will quit the nomadic life. Keeps everything interesting if nothing else.

And in the rare case that someone reading is not one of my immediate family members and doesn't talk to me on a weekly basis I have decided on occupational therapy grad school in Oakland this fall after a lovely summer with my wonderful friend Bri in Chelan, WA.

Inarticulate Times

I'm living in an inarticulate phase of my life. The things I'm experiencing, I just can't replicate or express with anything other than the wide range of emotions that accompany them. But I'm working on it. I have a couple drafts just sitting in my "edit posts" list waiting for me to add to them, bring them to life. Well, they may have to sit a bit longer. Because processing the last four years is a daunting task. Looking ahead to whats coming is an even bigger project.

Somehow, magically I'm enjoying it all. The girl who needed everything planned out, solidified and wrapped in a pretty little package is learning to make things happen and also allow things to happen, the latter obviously being the most difficult for me. I'm listening to music I've loved since high school and singing everyday. I'm realizing how I've grown and remembering the ways in which I will never change. It bittersweet, but mostly sweet. And by the grace of God, I've stopped fearing and begun trying, learning and growing, accepting that I too can make mistakes. What a beautiful thing.