So my parents are thinking I'm about half goofy; my grandparents are trying to stay hopeful but clearly have their doubts; and my 18-year-old brother is hoping to capitalized on my misfortune by betting money that I won't last much passed a week.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven." -- Ecclesiastes 3:1
Shall I sing "turn, turn, turn?"
In all seriousness though, this piece of scripture is so true. There is a time and purpose for everything we choose in our lives. And alas, one of those times, for me, has come.
I knew it was only a matter of time. My gypsy's soul has taken over, and I feel I am finally ready to make one of the first major moves of my life.
Nov. 11 I'm packing up and heading east to North Carolina. What I'm going to, I'm not exactly sure. Besides having the love and support of a couple of friends who live in the east coast state, I'm pretty much just wingin' this.
And this is why recently every time I speak with my dad, his voice softens and he addresses me as though I'm a 5 year old. "Brookie, now you're sure this is what you want?"
"And you really think you can make that drive? And you realize you'll have a lot more responsibilities now? You know, once you're there -- that's it you're there."
"Yes I realize Salem and North Carolina are not one in the same, but good thing you checked."
See, I've come to conclude that aside from an addiction to sports, the only thing I have in common with my parents is that our similarities are different.
Dad knows the Cardinals, Chiefs, middle school science and worrying. Mom's a Drive Time Sports fanatic who also knows cooking and her fair share of beyond-corny jokes.
I'm their loud, eclectic daughter whose combination of interests make no sense when put together. I'm the one they worried about when I said I wanted to be an art major in college.
"What do art majors do? Can you get a real job with that?"
Then I decided to be a bit more practical and major in English with the hopes of writing for a fashion magazine. I still think they have yet to see the practicality in my aspirations, but the key to our relationship is their understanding that I'm hard to understand.
So anyway, I'll be going to Fayetteville, N.C., where hopefully I'll find something that betters my career -- that, and maybe a glorious man that sweeps me off my feet.
Perhaps one day soon my bylines will grace the pages of Elle or Glamour or some other fashion-oriented publication that features lots of clothes and sparkling baubles I can't even afford to look at.
Then again, maybe I'll be back home in a month, trying to find another route to my dreams.
No matter what happens this was my first real job -- the beginning of my career out of college, and it will always be a fond part of my memories.
Having said that, I want to thank all of the readers who have come up to me at one time or another, patted me on the back and complimented my work.
I also want to thank the wonderful staff of Areawide Media. Each person there has been kind and patient with me and has helped mold me into a better writer.
So I'm taking this chance guided by fool-proof advice from "Sex and the City": The worst mistake you can make in life is to be always worried that you will make one. So, go ahead and shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it, you will land among the stars...
Good Luck, Brooke! Areawide Media staff