As the new year begins, I like to take time to think over the past.
One leg of my life was spent in Washington, Ks.
My grandparents lived there, and raised my mom and aunt there. My aunt Colleen still lives in Washington.
After I dropped out of college and toodled around for a little bit, I moved in with Colleen after my Grandma died (Grandpa died many years before).
I was lucky enough to get a job at a bank when I was 19.
I will be eternally grateful for that job. I met so many people, made many friends, and learned how to actually talk.
I was so freaking quiet when I started working there. Thanks to some of those ladies, I finally started opening up and learned how to talk to people of every age.
Thanks to my aunt, who is now (probably, thanks to retirement) the former ‘Face of Washington’, I felt like I already knew almost everyone in town, which came in handy when I started working part-time at a local bar.
I adore all the women in that town, from ages 18 to 80, that I got to know, through the bank, the bar, and my aunt’s church.
They are all amazing, loving, giving, caring, funny, unique people. I could quite literally go on and on and on about how precious they are.
That town taught me so much about life, love, family, friendship…everything.
When I think about home, Washington will always come to mind.
I feel like what I accomplish in life will somehow be attributed to those women, who each taught be a little bit of everything.
To each and every one of you, I love you and I will treasure you always.