kidless and high rises....the former me

Before I tell you about my present undertakings, I wanted to give you a glimpse into my former self.  It may explain why I think my desire to homestead/homemake is quite comical (is homemake a word?)  anyways.......

I will take you back about 13-ish years.  I was almost 17 and my sister was expecting her second baby, who would actually end up being born ON my 17th birthday!  My sister flew me down to her Florida home so I could baby sit her oldest child while she and her husband were in the hospital.  My nephew was an angel!  Smart, funny and obedient.  There was only one problem.  That kid got up at 5:30  Every.  Single.  Day.  That is complete ridiculousness.  I was used to sleeping in to at least midmorning/early afternoon.  Is this what all kids did? I wasn't sure if I would make it.  The only thing that got me through is Veggie Tales.  If I popped in one of those tapes that would give me an extra 45 minutes or so.  It was then that I decided that kids were not going to be in my future.

Fast forward a couple years....

I was a college student at a downtown school.  I was accepted into the nursing program and played on the tennis team.  I lived on the 10th floor of a high rise apartment building just north of the heart of downtown Indy.  The building used to be a well-to-do hotel that they turned into apartments.  It had so much history and character.  I loved that.  I also loved the hustle and bustle of downtown.  The people, restaurants and shopping.  Downtown seemed to ooze excitement.  Just what I wanted! I formulated a plan.  I would become a night nurse in the NICU at a downtown hospital and live in my high rise loft apartment.  I would work three 12 hour shifts to pay the bills. That would leave me plenty of time for....me.

That, my friends, is what I like to call the "it's all about me" years.

Next blog....The Roaring 20's