This article is the fifth part of My Journey; a story of my life and where I’ve lived. To start from the beginning click here.
Oregon was easily one of my least favorite places to live. Looking back now I realize that it wasn’t because of anything to do with Oregon specifically. Rather it was because my life had changes so dramatically in such a short time. My father retired from the Army, my parents divorced, and my sisters and I were forced to move again for the third time in less than that many years.
I remember Oregon being a place were my sisters and I would get into endless amounts of trouble. We would sneek out, when we weren’t supposed to. Smoke cigarettes. Play with fire extinguishers. Get into fights and a number of other things. I’m not particularly proud of this time in my life but considering I was only 14 and all that I had gone through I feel that it’s excusable. My mom, now single, had the immense responsibility of raising three teenagers on her own. With us progressively getting more and more out of control it wasn’t long before my mom decided that it was best to move back to Las Vegas.
For me, Las Vegas was a stark contrast to Oregon. Not only the whether and physical atmospher but also the emotional one. What made moving to Vegas (for the third time) so unique was that my mom had been in contact with her long-time friend from North Carolina, Beth. Beth and my mom were around the same age and when we lived in North Carolina thier husbands served in the military together. At around the time that my mom was deciding to move back the Vegas, Beth was in the middle of a divorce of her own. She was living in Oklahoma with her three kids when she and my mom came up with a plan to move to Vegas together.
So, just before my Freshman year of high school, my mom and Beth moved in with their combined 5 kids (myself included)! Beth’s oldest didn’t come since she was already a few years into high school and didn’t want to change schools. I spent the next four years of my life at Las Vegas High School. I made friends. I studied (sometimes). I was an active part of the Junior ROTC program. I attended church. I had fun.
But as the saying goes “all good things must come to an end.” With high school graduation right around the corner I had to figure out what I was going to do with my life. It was at this point I laid out my first “10 Year Plan” which I would more or less follow from 2001 to 2012. (Spoiler: it took me 11 years to complete!) Follow this blog closely to find out what my plan entailed.
To be continued…