I wrote an essay for this blog a couple years ago about what it feels like to be a military brat and not have a hometown. Other military brats will understand what I mean. I was born in Turkey and lived in several places before Dad finally retired in Tampa. Dad was born and raised in Bradenton, Florida, Mom in Nederland, Colorado. But my four sisters and I were born in different places. I think it was tougher on my two older sisters; they packed up and moved more often than I did, so they had more friends to say goodbye to and never see again.
I’m not complaining: I thank God I lived the life I did, traveling all over the world, experiencing other cultures, making friends with kids in other countries. I wouldn’t trade my youth for anything. In fact, if I could do it over again, I’d…
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