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Change of scenery
6 years ago
I am Fhang, an enigma of time and space.
I have been a world traveler of sorts my entire life. Growing up in a military family and then joining the Army after school I have seen most of Europe, South Korea, Iraq, Afghanistan, Kuwait and even Kazakhstan, a former Russian State. But I have called Florida home since 1990, just after I turned 10 years old. Up until that point I had seen more of the world then most people in their entire lifetimes.
I had hiked trails in the Rocky Mountains, the Appellations, the Andes and too many to count in the Black Forest of Germany. I had seen Mount Rushmore, visited the Grand Canyon, toured the Tower of London (commonly misnamed Big Ben, which is the name of the bell inside) toured Dracula's castle, Frankenstine's Castle and Neuschwanstein castle (the one Disney ripped off for Sleeping Beauty and was featured in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), and climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy, back when you were still allowed to in the 80's, and I climbed the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and even toured the Grand Colosseum in Rome. and all this was before I turned 8 years old
Until I was 10, the average scenery was rolling hills, mountains, babbling brooks from mountain springs and fresh snow melts, and seasons. You have no idea how much you miss the changing of the leaves in fall and seeing that first blade of grass peaking out through the snow in spring until you go somewhere none of those things happen. I had been content with staying in Florida until I spent 2 weeks recently in the mountains of North Carolina. The fresh mountain air, the lack of traffic, the quiet. Too long have I lived in an overcrowded mess of people that were trying to prove how much more important they were then everyone else.
I am starting out a journey into a new career field that will eventually allow me to do something I've wanted to do since about a week after moving to Florida in 1990, go somewhere else....
I have been dreaming about moving somewhere that felt more like my childhood homes and those 2 weeks in North Carolina was the spark I needed to bring that dream back front and center.
I'm not entirely sure when exactly as many, many, things need to fall into place for this transition to come into fruition but I may have finally gotten the opportunity to achieve my dream of living in the mountains, up high in the peace and quiet of a rural mountain town.
The career path I'm getting into though will drag me into major metropolitan cities for potentially months at a time which I will absolutely loathe but I'll at least have my quiet mountain home to look forward to going back to
I had hiked trails in the Rocky Mountains, the Appellations, the Andes and too many to count in the Black Forest of Germany. I had seen Mount Rushmore, visited the Grand Canyon, toured the Tower of London (commonly misnamed Big Ben, which is the name of the bell inside) toured Dracula's castle, Frankenstine's Castle and Neuschwanstein castle (the one Disney ripped off for Sleeping Beauty and was featured in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), and climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy, back when you were still allowed to in the 80's, and I climbed the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and even toured the Grand Colosseum in Rome. and all this was before I turned 8 years old
Until I was 10, the average scenery was rolling hills, mountains, babbling brooks from mountain springs and fresh snow melts, and seasons. You have no idea how much you miss the changing of the leaves in fall and seeing that first blade of grass peaking out through the snow in spring until you go somewhere none of those things happen. I had been content with staying in Florida until I spent 2 weeks recently in the mountains of North Carolina. The fresh mountain air, the lack of traffic, the quiet. Too long have I lived in an overcrowded mess of people that were trying to prove how much more important they were then everyone else.
I am starting out a journey into a new career field that will eventually allow me to do something I've wanted to do since about a week after moving to Florida in 1990, go somewhere else....
I have been dreaming about moving somewhere that felt more like my childhood homes and those 2 weeks in North Carolina was the spark I needed to bring that dream back front and center.
I'm not entirely sure when exactly as many, many, things need to fall into place for this transition to come into fruition but I may have finally gotten the opportunity to achieve my dream of living in the mountains, up high in the peace and quiet of a rural mountain town.
The career path I'm getting into though will drag me into major metropolitan cities for potentially months at a time which I will absolutely loathe but I'll at least have my quiet mountain home to look forward to going back to
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