Friday, December 17, 2010

itchy feet

"And just out of curiosity, are you Irish or American who just lived in Ireland for a while?" Good question Shorty. It's probably confusing sometimes times with all my New York, Boston, Texas, Dublin talk. And to be honest, sometimes The Husband gets confused too and he tells people that I'm Irish and this gets on my wick because no I'm not, I'm American.

So I'm going to try to unmuddle everything. And this is great for me because it has been a slow week in Le Petit Village with nothing much to report (except; Monday night The Husband saw a dog get hit by a car, and then on Tuesday night he hit a deer. The Husband has needed a lot of cuddles this week). So unmuddle I will do. And there may or may not be a quiz later.
(There won't be a quiz. I don't believe in quizzes on Fridays)

Let's see... where to begin... to quote the Sound of Music (because that seems like a Christmasy thing to do) "Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start"... My mother. My born in Dublin, Irish mother hightailed it to NYC as quickly as her little eighteen year old legs could carry her (It should be noted that she didn't actually run to NYC, she flew, and also  technically she moved to New Jersey, but as soon as the Au Pair gig ended, it was nothing but the Big Apple for her).

And it was there in the Big Apple on a hot summer night she met my Massachusetts daddy. Two weeks later they were engaged and four weeks after that they got married. My mother with flowers in her hair and a white lace mini while Hey Jude played in the background. It was all very peace and love wasn't it? For the record, if I was to get engaged after two weeks and married after six I'd be in serious trouble and probably grounded no matter how old I was. (But like Mom, I did get married in a mini).

And then on a cold February day, I made my debut into the world in the glorious city of New York. Because I guess I figured if I could make it there I could make it anywhere. And I grew up in NY until one day, while looking out over Manhattan through the window of my mother's office on 5th and 42nd (an address that really might as well be the center of the universe) my mother uttered these crazy words, "We're moving to Texas." 
Hold up... What? As visions of cowboys and tumbleweeds rolled through my NY head.

So Mom and I moved to Texas and Dad stayed in NY and then the D I V O R C E happened. And then I flip flopped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the college years where I figured out that the stars at night, truly are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas so I'd decided to stay put.

And stay put I did, until my feet started to feel itchy and I wondered what else was out there in the big wide world. And I thought that maybe my mother who had returned to Dublin shouldn't be there unsupervised because lord only knows what kind of scraps she could get into, or maybe she was lonely and would really like my company (for the record she wasn't and she didn't) and so I sold my Cherokee, packed some trunks and away I went to the land of Leprechauns.

Meanwhile my Dad's feet had gotten itchy too, and he scratched them all they way back to Massachusetts, and then he met my step-mom. So he returned to his roots and now I'm always looking for cheap plane tickets to Boston. Because sometimes, a girl misses her daddy.

And it was in Dublin's fair city that I met The Husband and voila... now I'm in France. (One day I swear I'll post the story of how we met). So to sum up and cover all the places bases... Dad is in Massachusetts, my childhood belongs to NY, lots of my stuff sits in storage in Texas, I'm in France and Mom is in Dublin. Until next month when she moves back to Texas.

It's those damn itchy feet.

bisou

 

41 comments:

  1. Okay I confess to not being able to piece it all together before now. Very cool to have your foot in so many places....and to have their footprint on you. Makes so much more sense now, the way you just up and moved to follow your heart. Very sweet Sara, thanks for sharing!

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  2. Dearest Sara,
    wonderful post today!
    It's so nice to read your "adventure" on moving around the World! NY-Texas-Dublin-France ...
    I start my day better when I read your post!
    So ... coffeee and Wifi today are ok?
    Bisou, Babi

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  3. Thanks for clearing that up - I have been wondering for a while whether you were American or Irish. What an interesting story to share.

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  4. So it's one of those Lyle Lovett moments where, 'you're not from Texas but Texas wants you anyway'. Of course Texas wants you, you're lovely.
    Weird wonderful world, ain't it y'all?
    it's getting closer to Dublin time.
    a x

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  5. You would fit into my family in a flash Sara, we all have itchy feet!

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  6. Thanks for explaining! I was able to put together some bits and pieces but now I have a clear picture. I'm looking forward to the story when you met the Husband :) xox

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  7. Thats such a lovely family story (bar the D I V O R C E), i wish my parents had itchy feet, but alas, im stuck in tiny little jersey!

    xx

    p.s you must have the most amazing accent then, would love to hear it!

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  8. Wow... love the family history telling, although I kinda knew it is nice to rea it all laid out like that and ineresting. Plus you have plenty of fab places to visit and you have can say you have travelled. xx

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  9. I live for the details. Thanks for the nicely wrapped package of you.

    xo Jane

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  10. You are, above all else, a great story-teller, and this one is special... So glad that you have itchy feet and a sense of adventure.

    I hope that you get those cheap tickets to Boston to see your daddy... I am sure that he misses you.

    Bon weekend, mon amie,
    Genie

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  11. Hey Sara Louise! I'm so glad you found my blog and that I found yours! I look forward to hearing how you and your husband met. Your posts are entertaining! Hope you're having a great holiday season! Je vous souhaite un Joyeux Noël et une Bonne Année!
    -kelsey

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  12. I had pieced together most of the story -- except the hot summer New York night part, where your parents met...I think it's kind of hilarious that your mom went from Ireland to New York to....Texas?! And I'm from there! Love it!

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  13. I have been wondering as well if you were American or Irish - but with my heart I knew American (we smell our own)!

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  14. Very awesome story :) And, of course, now that you've whetted our appetites, CAN'T WAIT for the story of how you and the husband met :) Have a great weekend Sara, enjoy your snow...(if it's still there...)

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  15. Thanks for sharing all the places that help make you such an entertaining writer. I love your posts!

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  16. Finally, you have arrived and now you are well settled in. The U.S. and Ireland's loss is France's gain.

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  17. I've never heard that expression about the wick! Now I have. Did you know I lived in Boston too? Graduated from Cohasset High School. Err, go Skippers. Have a great w/end.

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  18. And it finally makes sense. In a way (minus the divorce - sorry to hear) I totally envy you. I have itchy feet and always have but I haven't taken the chance to do anything about it. And then I met Hubs who is also from Arkansas like me, and so we really have no reason to move just yet. But I hope we do soon. Because people like you are - in my opinion - so well-rounded. :)

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  19. p.s. thanks for your support. my "experiment" has taken on a life it's own. number one on weekly rankings!

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  20. Wonder where you'll go from here? I"m guessing the Husband's feet don't get the itch as much...

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  21. Yay! So glad you explained your heritage/background beginnings. It's alll clear to me now.
    You've had to do a lot of traveling in your time, I'm sure it wasn't always easy....

    If you could pick ANYWHERE for you and the Husband to live, where would it be? (or would it be in France?)
    AND unless u talked about it in an earlier post that I missed, why was the Husband in Dublin in the first place? (where u met, right?)

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  22. those itchy feet- they can be wonderful and also very annoying. I should know. I've had itchy feet all my life. I blame my mum.
    thanks for your story. it was quite entertaining to read.

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  23. Engaged after two weeks??!?!! That makes my seven look conservative. I love it!

    http://glamkittenslitterbox.blogspot.com/

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  24. Like you I am a direct product of an engagement after two weeks of courting. Okay, technically indirect as it was my father's parents who did that, but, hey if they hadn't happened, then he wouldn't have happened, and thus I wouldn't be here right now babbling away about this to you.

    What a fantastic story though! You are multi-cultural girl. Btw, if you need any help with the storage unit in Texas let me know, I maybe able to get to Texas to help ya.

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  25. Sara Louise,
    Your story is very special and touching. I hope Santa is feeling super generous and your wishes come try.
    I am sorry that your husband had such awful experiences this week.

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  26. What a fantastic story although I'm sorry to hear of the divorce in the middle. I can't wait to read how you met your husband!

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  27. It must be something hereditary! =)

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  28. Understand the itchy feet thing - and love hearing the stories like this. Looking forward to the how you met your 'stalker' husband. :)

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  29. What an adventure! you have a lot of traveling to do. I want to hear your story how you met your husband!

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  30. Thanks for telling your story! I was wondering... especially when you said your Dad lived in Mass.

    I totally hear you on the muddling though... Everyone has been very confused about me as well. My own Grandfather has taken to introducing me to people as his Grandaughter FROM Sweden! WTF? Ok - he is a little bit confused these days... but still. And the Marketing VP confsesed to me the other day that she had accidentally been telling everyone I was from Swedish. I reminded her that I was actually from Mass and she was like "Oh I know but you just seems so Swedish." Interesting.

    If you are ever in Boston. Let me know!

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  31. Awesome. I love this post. Can't wait to hear how you met hubby in Dublin.

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  32. as usual, loved reading this. i feel like i dropped off the blog world over christmas...probably missed your blog the most.

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  33. What an interesting story! I especially liked the Texas part. How is your French coming along? Please tell me that the words begin to make sense after months of immersion! The hubby and I are moving to Paris in June and are newbies at it. If I ever get to Provence we should meet up. So where did you live in Texas?

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  34. I love your blog. I'm totally inspired to give the characters of my Brazilian comedy cute pseudonyms, though unfortunately the results wouldn't be quite as kind :)

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  35. You have been all over! How amazing to get to experience life is so many different places!

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  36. Girl, you now have me HOOKED.. and I really do have to work to get done today... damn you! (but in a REALLY nice way..)
    I grew up in Texas.. and was engaged to a boy from Dublin whilst living in Germany.. & born in Feb.. :-) How weird is that?

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  37. I understand those itchy feets!! Is your Mom now back in Texas?

    Please post the story of how you and the Husband met!

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  38. Just found your blog via 'the boot'. I am marissa's close friend from massachusetts. Loving your blog...and you are hilarious! Sound of Music reference + Land of Leprechauns...haha i love it! Looking forward to frequenting here :)

    liz

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  39. Just found your blog through Marissa's blog (the boot) and it's lovely! I look forward to reading more.
    xM

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  40. I LOVE your story! Very adventurous and unique :)

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  41. Fantastic story with so many wonderful cultural influences. So very nice to "meet" you.

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