Hi friends!
Let’s play two truths and a lie!
I have broken a bone 3 different times!
I lived in a remote village in Paraguay for several months when I was 16.
I moved every year until the 7th grade!
Pause for time to think and to build suspense……
Do you have your guesses?
Another pause for dramatic effect……
Having broken three bones is the lie! Shockingly, my clumsiness and general bad luck have only resulted in one broken bone (although the number of stitches I’ve had is a little higher, haha). The first truth, that I lived in Paraguay, was something I did as a part of a really amazing program called Amigos De Las Américas! But the second truth, that I moved every year from the time I was born until I was 12 years old, is the part of my life that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. My mom had me at 21, so much of my childhood was punctuated by moves that allowed her to pursue higher education and build a really incredible career. By the time I came to Minnesota, I’d also lived in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Maine. And within each of those four states, my mom and I had built and rebuilt our home in many different neighborhoods, cities, and houses.