I’m fortunate enough to have been a bit of a hoarder as a kid. So, every time we moved out of state and thusly changed our license plates I held on to the old ones. Over winter break my parents and I spent hours going through big plastic tubs of toys, school work, and junk that I had kept for way too long. My mom wrote about the experience in more detail here. I got rid of the duplicate plates, and kept these four that tell the story of my life so very well! I’ve hung them in my new room and am loving the worldly vibe. Sometimes my focus gets so narrow, it helps to remind myself that there’s a whole world out there and that I’ve been in it and can again!
I’m going to be graduating and getting my teaching license in May, so there’s a lot of consideration as to where I’ll go with that opportunity to move anywhere. I’m probably going to stay in Fayetteville if I can, but I have to say, I hate to break the pattern that’s forming here. Don’t worry folks, California’s licensure is the least compatible with out of state teaching licenses.
Oh! I almost hit publish without including the story the plates tell! It’s long, and I never really understand when other people find it interesting, but it does explain a lot about who I am – so here it is. I was born in Anaheim, CA and we moved around southern California a bit while my mom finished school. When I was four we moved to San Francisco and lived right in the city. Then, when I was eight, we moved to an intentional community in rural MO. This would be my first encounter with the Ozarks! We stayed for a year and moved back to San Francisco. Then, when I was 12, we moved to Eureka Springs, AR so I could go to Clear Spring School – a small private school that sent me on two trips a year all over the country. When I graduated High School I moved to Conway, AR to attend Hendrix College where I stayed for three years. Then, transferring to the University of Arkansas, I moved to Fayetteville. And here I’ve been for three and a half years! Long story short, at 24 years old I’ve now been in Arkansas for exactly half of my life. Does that make me an Arkansan?