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.