Do you often feel like a fish out of water? Welcome to my world. When I was a kid my family moved slowly from the East coast to the West. I never fit into my changing environment. From New York to Colorado and finally to Southern California, all my fellow students let me know I talked funny. To make things worse my mother sewed all my clothes, so I dressed funny. I wouldn't have survived without my sense of humor. Not that I became the class clown but if you wanted to be entertained I was the kid you hung out with. One of my favorite teachers was convinced I would grow up to be a comedian. That never happened. Instead I found myself compelled to write humorous stories. And through them all there was one theme like my life—my heroine was always a fish out of water.
This blog is the result of my New Years resolutions. I know there are fellow fish out of water people out there who by no fault of their own find themselves in foreign territory. Or maybe they are like me and actively seek out more fish out of water experiences by living in other countries. For me it was two years in Tokyo and a month in Tuscany. After a two year hiatus I recently returned from living for several weeks in a 12th century chateau in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of France. I hope my posts will brighten your day and let you know that a fish out water can learn to enjoy life on dry land.
Well, you seem so normal to me. Great blog, Anne.
ReplyDeleteLol. Thanks Sandy!
ReplyDeleteFish out of water? That’s what I’m feeling like these days. I was meant to live on a tropical island wrapped up in a grass skirt sipping at a rum laced drink with a little umbrella floating in it. Instead I’m surrounded by yucky snow, icky ice and plummeting temps. No not Alaska but Southern USA. So can I apply for Fish Out of Water membership.
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that explains the little sloshing noises your shoes make when you walk. I am glad for your experiences as I always get the benefit of your sense of humor curried from all those experiences!
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